Looking for you
All over the place
Looking at them
But seeing your face
Searching the cars
The bars
The beds
Searching for you
Getting them instead
I'll probably look
For the rest of my life
I'm sure I'll be looking
When you do leave your wife
Then you'll come searching
And calling for me
But alas I won't be there...
Where will I be?
Oh, I'll still be looking
But like you, in vain
Because we can never
Find each other again
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