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(Difford/Tilbrook)
You infiltrate my every hour
You bug me like a flea
I only wish I had the power
To cut you free of me
Like some crustacean on my hull
You stick with me and make life dull
How can I make you see
I¡¯m in love with you
You typify the things to me
That I no longer do
So get a grip and let me be
And my life will improve
Leave me alone, get off my case
You¡¯re always there right in my face
But that is nothing new
I¡¯m so in love with you It¡¯s funny how I loved you like
The bottle at my lips
And when I fell off of my bike
My life had been eclipsed
By all the grief and disbelief there at your finger
At your fingertips
You hoover up the very words
I choose to throw away
I know some people never learn
So how can I complain
You hiss at me and make me shake
Like some old grumpy rattlesnake
Let¡¯s think this through again
I¡¯m so in love with you
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