On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.
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I love her voice- she doesn't glamorize or pour on the thick icing to a cake that doesn't need it- -she admits her feelings though she doesn't altogether trust them- but she is woman, what else can she do?
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I love her voice- she doesn't glamorize or pour on the thick icing to a cake that doesn't need it- -she admits her feelings though she doesn't altogether trust them- but she is woman, what else can she do?