On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
Now I ain't seen you in a little while
It's as though commiserating is getting out of style
Now let ask, are you getting in?
It's like back in the day, when we used to talk as friends
Hot summer, but we've grown cold
I miss those times of old
I wish that we'd unfold another
I hate your pretty face
Dismiss the fake embrace
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
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On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
Now I ain't seen you in a little while
It's as though commiserating is getting out of style
Now let ask, are you getting in?
It's like back in the day, when we used to talk as friends
Hot summer, but we've grown cold
I miss those times of old
I wish that we'd unfold another
I hate your pretty face
Dismiss the fake embrace
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
Now I ain't seen you in a little while
It's as though commiserating is getting out of style
Now let ask, are you getting in?
It's like back in the day, when we used to talk as friends
Hot summer, but we've grown cold
I miss those times of old
I wish that we'd unfold another
I hate your pretty face
Dismiss the fake embrace
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
On the next I see those eyes
Swear on god, on god I'll try
You might have to keep it from me
Or leave me out to dry
Writer: Stanley Brabazon
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