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Dec 2014
Oh baby please
you got me hanging round
like a puppy at your feet

and its wearing me thin
watch her walk back out and
storm back in

hard is the chase
with looks that can't be measured
and we'll get there in the end
and we'll get there at our leisure

through all the pain
and all the pleasure

watch that woman as she walks away
watch that woman as she storms away

and she'll come to play
till the night turns back into the day
Luke
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Luke  Bath
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   Kate Irons
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