Pretty girl, don't you waste a word
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For I can't love you, Not ever
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Take this afternoon, recall our sexual mood
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But, I'm not loving you, not ever
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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See that southern sky, drifting past the lights
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It won't touch you or I, not ever
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Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
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Not Ever
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| The Proclaimers |
