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Not sweet I didn’t write the book Of love, You don’t come from Heaven above. I didn’t see your big Blue eyes And I know you tell Lies. So now I want to go As you annoy me so. You no longer have My heart so now we Will have to part. We will be just good Friends This is the way It always Ends. By Rita Joel Not sweet click play button for streaming audio |
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