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ED HARCOURT >> Merchandise Links
ED HARCOURT
Oh baby can't you see, when you get mad at me Your eyes light up your face Oh baby just admit, if both my wrists were slit You'd bandage them with style and grace And it's not over, I don't think that it will be And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so but you know With you I'm never bored, yes Ma'am, you've struck a chord That makes me shiver and mumble I'm chomping at the bit, I need my daily fix Or my whole world will crumble And it's not over, I don't think that it will be And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so but you know Do do do do do aah (x 8) Come wrap your arms around your man who's back in town And loves to watch you smile Don't know if I should laugh or cry with you sleeping by my side I hear the silence for miles And it's not over, I don't think that it will be And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so but you know
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