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Anonymous
Guest
Have you seen me?
I’m your lover to be
You might run into the (their?) street
You look back for one more peep
It’s okay by me, it’s okay by me, it’s okay by me
Oh, I am your lover to be
Never before, never again will you see such a special man (men?)
Oh ???, Oh, ???, Oh ???
You can trust me
I am your lover to be
You act afraid and nervously coy
Because I’m someone you might enjoy
Oh, that’s me, that’s me, that’s me
Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…
I am your lover to be
You say, God spare me this corrupt (awe? Oar? Law?)
God says, you don’t know how lucky you are
The paragon (?) knows, the paragon (?) knows, the paragon (?) knows
I have nothing to say
I am your lover to be
It might not be Thursday, it might not be Friday
But soon I’ll have you my way
Oh, good Italian stuff (?)…lover to be…
The way you (burnishly?), (Boyishly?) hide
Is not (very much?) to describe…oh…oh…oh…oh
I have nothing to say
I am…
What is money compared to love?
It is godless, sexless, stupid and sequestered
Finally, finally, finally, oh finally
I am your lover to be
I have thrashed (trashed?) all the bruisers (boozers?) in town
And it’s your turn now
I’m your lover to be
You might run into the (their?) street
You look back for one more peep
It’s okay by me, it’s okay by me, it’s okay by me
Oh, I am your lover to be
Never before, never again will you see such a special man (men?)
Oh ???, Oh, ???, Oh ???
You can trust me
I am your lover to be
You act afraid and nervously coy
Because I’m someone you might enjoy
Oh, that’s me, that’s me, that’s me
Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…
I am your lover to be
You say, God spare me this corrupt (awe? Oar? Law?)
God says, you don’t know how lucky you are
The paragon (?) knows, the paragon (?) knows, the paragon (?) knows
I have nothing to say
I am your lover to be
It might not be Thursday, it might not be Friday
But soon I’ll have you my way
Oh, good Italian stuff (?)…lover to be…
The way you (burnishly?), (Boyishly?) hide
Is not (very much?) to describe…oh…oh…oh…oh
I have nothing to say
I am…
What is money compared to love?
It is godless, sexless, stupid and sequestered
Finally, finally, finally, oh finally
I am your lover to be
I have thrashed (trashed?) all the bruisers (boozers?) in town
And it’s your turn now