I'm not gonna to patronise ya 

But trying to write down why I like ya 

It doesn't make it any better 

To just steal kind words off Phil Spector 



And I know all these tired cliches 

But I don't know which cliche to say 

Because cliches don't have any impact 

So I guess I will be matter-of-fact 



* (Cos) It's so good to know ya 

I just don't know how to show ya 



** I love you, you know that 

Don't you? 

I love you 



I'm so sorry that I'm losing 

When other boys would leave you swooning 

When I finally get my words together 

I choke and they are gone forever 



But words are words and they mean nothing 

Surely I love you counts for something! 

So let's be hasty, and let's be reckless 

Just being with you leaves me breathless 



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