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I donât know when it started
But itâs worse now than before
We could both be broken hearted
Itâs so hard to be sure
But what are boyfriends for?
We went from perfect strangers
To less than perfect friends
But itâs the warmest night in ages
And I donât have to pretend
Itâs good seeing you again
And itâs more than a little pathetic
And Iâm sure Iâll live to regret it
But Iâm all for little athletics
Youâre on your own
Iâll race you home
And maybe Iâm just thoughtless
But I donât think thatâs fair
Of course we should be cautious
But Iâm too tired to care
Weâre less than halfway there
And itâs more than a little pathetic
And Iâm sure Iâll live to regret it
But Iâm all for little athletics
Youâre on your own
Iâll race you home
I donât know when it started
But itâs worse now than before
We could well be broken hearted
But what are boyfriends for?
I know youâre none too sure
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