I wan-ted, to be, with you a-looone
and talk about
the weather

But, traditions I can trace against the, child in your face

Won't escape,
my attention



You keep your dis-tance with a system of touch


and gentle persuasion

I'm lost in ad-mi-ra-tion,

could
I need you

this much?

Ooooh,
you're wasting my time,

you're just,

just,


just wasting tiiime
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