I've written letters to you on whitest paper,
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But they all return to me a pale brown,
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And I've tried to stand up to it,
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But it all seemed kinda useless,
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So I'm writing you this letter from the ground,
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And if you see a gentleman of promise,
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Stealing looks at you from there across the room,
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And if your tired heart, it dances from exchanging second glances,
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Don't hesitate to steal your glances too,
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And I wanted to wait till the sun won't appear,
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Picking flowers and placing them over our ears,
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But you are what you are, and I'm not very far along,
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But something tells me there will come a time,
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Tired of that back and forth affair that we've been through,
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Thinking more than once it may be time for something new,
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Suddenly you'll see him standing there across the room,
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Staring at you,
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And I wanted to wait till the sun won't appear,
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Picking flowers and placing them over our ears,
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But you are what you are, and I'm not very far along,
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And I'm not very far along,
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And if your tired heart, it dances,
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From exchanging second glances,
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Please don't hesitate to put this letter down,
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Gentleman Of Promise
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| Sherwood |
