I think you're in Dutch with your date
A real drag on her, but it's not too late
For knocking the habit if no stress
You better stop with: I couldn't care less
Double crossing yourself ain't that smart
It looks like taking your soul apart
If sick to death of your miserable living
You gotta clean up your act and stop grieving
Love can disperse the threatening clouds
And turn down all the rasping sounds
It will soon get you out of bad shape
We' ll be having a ball and going ape
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