i thought i told you that i
dont care what you look like
i swear
cos when yousing into that mike
when you sing about me
it gets hard to see
cos tears flood my eyes
and my heart i swear
it flies
and i need wind-screen wipers on my eyes
it should
be a surprise
but it's not, babe
when you smile at me
i cannot see
and i
i need windscreen wipers on my eyes
on my eyes
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