What is boring is my soul I've never use to harm
And what's cruel is your skin perspiring so unkind
I've never used to be a boy and I've never been shy
I never used to kiss like we did last night
But no, it's no good, I'm almost sure
I can't be good
Love is to share
And it's a lie I love to keep on my head
'Cause is God is really fair, he will forgive me
For the things we used to say and for the guilty sleep
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Come, come, come
Read myself in your late eyes