There are so many things I could say, my love
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Make you trip, so your lips would be mine
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There are so many things I could do, my love
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To convince you my love is divine
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There are so many words I could tell you
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There are so many moments in time
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But I say 'fore we go to the land down below
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If I tell you I love you, I'm lying
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There are so many places to go, my love
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There are so many places to find
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There are so many worlds to explore, my love
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There are so many stars yet to shine
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There are so many secrets to tell you
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There are so many men on the line
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But I say 'fore we go to the land down below
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If I tell you I love you, I'm lying
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I maybe show the reason to call you up next time
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So if you like your women sweet, ah, consider me your wine
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I may be one for weekends to call you when you're flying
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But if I ever utter I love you, honey I am lying
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And if I look into your eyes to tell you, honey I am lying
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And if I ever whisper words unheard, such sultry words
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(Oh, je t'aime
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Oh oui, je t'aime)
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Darling, I am lying
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If I Tell You I Love You
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Joe Bonamassa |