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Stealing the focus with her timeless flair

Sexy and sharp, She stings like a bee

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You can't help but get lost in a seductive stare

Your eyes are infatuated with what they see

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Before you know it, you're in an affair

what was "I" has now become "we"

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She handles your heart with little care

Can this be true, bien sûr, mais oui !

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She played you like a clown at the fair

She's left your heart severed in three

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Now that the love is up in the air

She cut you off like a dead branch on a tree

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Not is all lost, there's hope somewhere

Your heart is still yours, full shall it be