Met him on a Monday
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And he said he loved me so
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Walked me to my door
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Before I knew it to my living room
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I thought there was no need for worry
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When he took me in his arms
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Drank some whisky
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Hung his coat upon the stand
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That's when the music started
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I heard the light switch click
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I stumbled on a lost shoe
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The fever's starting
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This man was getting hot
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I got no strength to make him stop
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I guess it's too late
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But I'll know next time
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To mix some water with the wine
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The sun came pouring in at five
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Upon my face
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I felt the taste of last night's love
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Upon my lips
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I wasn't sure if I had dreamt it
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Or had not
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But there across the pillow was the face
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I had forgot
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That's when he said he loved me
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Could be the truth this time
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He put his arms about me
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Fever's starting
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This man was getting hot
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I got no strength to make him stop
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I guess it's too late
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But I'll know next time
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To mix some water with the wine
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Water With The Wine
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| Joan Armatrading |
