Baby, you come whisper at my door What do I open it for? I'm always happy to see your face Even though you are discrace.
I'm sick of sneaking around x4
Hide your smile it's broad daylight And don't start thinking about last night You can't say these things out loud But I'm not leaving and I'm not proud.
I'm sick of sneaking around x4
Do me the honor of holding my hand on the plane Take me on public transit Express your feelings on the train We travel together over time zones and weather Never really touching the ground.
The only evidence I have : Dirty pictures in my bag. Am I ever going to see where you live? Am I ever going to meet your kid?
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