Even though I loved you,
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An' maybe I still do,
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I'd rather have the one I'm with than cry again for you . . .
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She don't have your magic,
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An' she don't have your style,
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But she don't cross her fingers when she smiles!
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When she smiles,
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She's like a sweet honest child,
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She don't cross her fingers when she smiles!
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< instrumental break >
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The feeling's still still inside me,
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An' I guess it's gonna stay,
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I hope that you don't think that I can't turn and walk away,
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Someone stood beside me through my heartaches and my trials,
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She don't cross her fingers when she smiles!
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She don't use the clever moves,
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That players like you've known,
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She can take me anywhere I'd ever care to go . . .
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< instrumental break >
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And if you think I'm foolin'
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Then you can have a laugh on me!
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But the day I sell my soul for you,
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Is just a memory . . .
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And if I ever see you girl,
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I'll stop an' talk awhile,
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I'll probably cross my fingers when I smile!
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She don't cross her fingers
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When she smiles!
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She don't cross her fingers,
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When she smiles!
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When She Smiles
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| Perry Como |
