Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table
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And make sure that your coffee has its sugary creme.
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Your eggs are worm for greasy, your toast unlikely,
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All that stuff it means the moment kiss that used to greet me.
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And now you say the juice is sour, it used to be so sweet,
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And I can¡¯t help but to wonder if you¡¯re talking about me.
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We don¡¯t talk the way we used to talk, it¡¯s hurting so deep.
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I¡¯ve got my pride, I will not cry, but it¡¯s making me big.
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I¡¯m not your superwoman, no
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I¡¯m not the kind of girl that you can let down
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And think that everything¡¯s okay.
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I am only human, only human.
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This girl needs more than occasional hugs
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Yes, I¡¯m talking about love from you to me.
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Uh, baby.
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I find my way through the rush hour
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Try to make it home just for you.
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I wanna make sure that your dinner
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Will be waiting for you.
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When you reach there you just tell me
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You¡¯re not hungry at all.
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You say you¡¯d rather read the paper
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And you don¡¯t wanna talk.
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You like to think that I¡¯m just crazy
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When I say that you¡¯ve changed.
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But I¡¯m convinced I know the problem,
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You don¡¯t love me the same.
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And you¡¯re just going through the motions
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And you¡¯re not being there,
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I¡¯ve got my pride, I will not cry
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But I can¡¯t help but care.
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I¡¯m not your superwoman, no
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I¡¯m not the kind of girl that you can let down
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And think that everything¡¯s okay.
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I am only human, only human.
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This girl needs more than occasional hugs
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Yes, I¡¯m talking about love from you to me.
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Uh, baby.
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Look into the corners of your mind,
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I¡¯ll always be there for you,
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Through good and bad times.
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But I can¡¯t be that superwoman
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That you want me to be.
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I get my head for the last thing,
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And love you for you and turn your love to me.
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I¡¯m not your superwoman, no
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I¡¯m not the kind of girl that you can let down
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And think that everything¡¯s okay.
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I am only human, only human.
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This girl needs more than occasional hugs
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As I¡¯m talking about love from you to me.
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Uh, baby.
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If you¡¯re feeling the heart and you understand me,
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Stop right where you want, everybody sing along.
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I¡¯m that kind of girl that could be so sane,
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But you got to reach out and you got to be sweeter to me.
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I¡¯m not your superwoman, no
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I¡¯m not the kind of girl that you can let down
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And think that everything¡¯s okay.
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I am only human¡¦
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Superwoman
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Heather Headley |