(Source: I'm Not Bossy, I'm the Boss)
| You never had kisses like mine, |
| So soft, you'll find yourself crying, |
| And after you weep, |
| You'll fall asleep, |
| And while my heart’s flying, |
| You'll be dreaming that I'm |
| The keeping kind. |
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| See, I’m special forces; |
| They call me in after divorces |
| To lift you up. |
| You thought you weren't much, |
| And I'll mean every word, |
| But be gone with the birds. |
| Baby, I just can't, can't be yours. |
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| I have a heart that flies away, |
| Betrays me every day, |
| But don’t let it stay heavy on your mind; |
| I’m just not the keeping kind. |
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