You know how I feel
I wish you felt the same,
cause I know if she was me
You wouldn't be in so much pain
It's a classic tale,
and we all make mistakes
Take yourself back
To when you were YOU again
I think it's crazy
That you've lost yourself like this,
Me?
I'll shoulder the blame for all of it,
cause your lips are the most important lips
That I will ever kiss
The most important lips
That I will ever kiss
So what's the big deal?
Do you feel the same?
I know if she was me
We wouldn't be playing this kind of game
It's a classic tale,
and we all make mistakes
Take yourself back
To when you were YOU again
I think it's crazy
That you've lost yourself like this,
Me?
I'll shoulder the blame for all of it,
cause your lips are the most important lips
That I will ever kiss
The most important lips
That I will ever kiss
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Frankie Martinelli
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