It just feels like common sense
To say that I should stay
But why would anyone want sense
to be common anyway.
So I will come and bought your plane,
we'll leave at half past ten
and I'll sit by the family
I might never see again.
Just tell me one thing before we flee
where I'll admint that I still have a doubt,
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
Walking down the garding path,
with a suitecase in my hand,
my boy the dog that follows me
and he doesn't understand
I'm sorry boy to leave you,
you've been my best pal,
you've cared for me for many years,
she'll care for me now.
Grasping the letter you send to me,
Stating most conclusively,
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
Waiting at our meeting place
a plane tickets to the skies,
imatges of love on foreign lands
tripping from my eyes
my stomach lands beneath a week,
I tell you it is rought,
to love someone completly
and still not be enought!
But I will continue to aim for you,
thinking optimisticly
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.
That you want me, that you want me,
that you want me, oh, that you want me.

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