IT'S NOT ME

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LOSING LOVE

          The man who can make her quiver.

          The man who keeps her warm when she does shiver.

      The man with whom she wants to eat wedding cake.

      The man with whom she wants to go to the lake.

      The man whom, she wants to sleep next to.

      

               You see, it is not me.

            To her heart, it is he, who has the key.



             OO, he is the man that she does adore.

             OO, he is the man that knocks her to the floor,

  just by opening a room door.

      OO, he is the man, from whom, she always wants more.

      OO, whenever he says a word, she always feels a boom.

              

              You see, it is not me.

            To her heart, it is he, who has the key.



                Yes, to know this really does sting.

                  It is for him she likes to sing.

      It is his phone bells, that she likes to make ring.

      He is the one, with whom, she likes to be alone.



               You see, it is not me.

          To her heart, he has the key.



           He is the one who fits her like a glove.  

            It is with him, that she wants to make love.

      It is him, that she turns to, when hopes are dim.

      It is him that she burns for.

      It is him that she yearns for.

              

                You see, it is not me.

           To her heart, he has the key.



             It is him that she wants to marry.

             It is his baby that she wants to carry.

          To him, she will never say maybe.

         I know to him, she will never say no.

         I know to him, she will always say let's go.

         It is him she wants to walk down the aisle too.  

         OO.



           You see, it is not me.

          To her heart, he has the key.



            It is him she wants to talk all night to.

           In the middle of the night, when she has a fright,

            it is him, she wants to protect her when she has

        a fright.

         It is him that she thinks is quite a sight.

         It is him that she knows has all the might.

        She thinks he is a delight.



             You see, it is not me.

             To her heart, he has the key.



        It is with him, that

    she wants to fly away with on Love's wing.

          To everybody, she would say goodbye, and with him, would fly away.

          She would like to go to the Rockies.

         She would like to go to London, Paris, Rome.

         She would love to be there with him, and be alone.

       She would never want to go home.



             You see, it is not me.

           To her heart, he has the key.

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