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CNow and then she rereads the Gmanuscript
AmOf the entire torrid Faffair
CThey compared their licenses
He said, G"I'm not a donor but
AmI'd give you my heart if you Fneeded it"
CShe rolled her eyes and said
"You're a Gprofessional"
He said, Am"No, just a good Fsamaritan"
CHe said that if the sex was
Half as good as the Gconversation was
Soon Amthey'd be pushin' Fstrollers
But soon it was Cover G Am F
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CIn the age of him, she wished she was Gthirty
And made Amcoffee every morning in a FFrеnch press
CAfterwards she only atе Gkids' cereal
And Amcouldn't sleep unless it was in Fher mother's bed
Then Cshe dated boys who were Gher own age
With Amdart boards on the backs of Ftheir doors
CShe thought about how he said
Since she was so Gwise beyond her years
AmEverything had been above board
FShe wasn't Csure G Am F
C G Am F
AmAnd the years passed
Like Gscenes of a show
The Cprofessor said to Gwrite what you know
Lookin' Ambackwards
Might be the Gonly way to move forward F
AmThen the actors
Were Ghitting their marks
And Cthe slow dance
Was alight Gwith the sparks
And the Amtears fell
In Gsynchronicity with the score
CAnd at last
She Gknew what the agony had been Ffor
CThe only thing that's left is the Gmanuscript
One last Amsouvenir from my Ftrip to your shores
CNow and then I Greread the manuscript
But the Amstory isn't mine Fanymore
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