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I'm not kidding, I'm lost again;
it's quite an image to sustain?..
feel like the poster of the Pope?
the one with the reefer of dope.
Tell me how to love, cos I'm not falling far from above,
and I'm like Christopher Lee and that's not the way that
I wanted it to be with you my love.
I'm not Peter; you're not Jane,
we're more than likely Able and Kane,
but when you're swinging I got the rope,
and I ain't giving up hope, so
Tell me how to love, cos I'm not hanging far enough above,
and I'm like Christopher Lee and that's not the way that I
wanted it to be. Tell me how to love, cos I know you're
like Catherine Deneuve, and I'm like Christopher Lee and
that's not the way that I wanted it to be with you my love.
You're the singing; I'm the rain,
you're on the wax and me the wain.
You're the yeah and I'm the nope
cos I'd not be able to cope.
Tell me how to love, cos I think you're like Catherine Deneuve,
and I'm like Christopher Lee and that's not the way that I wanted
it to be. Tell me how to love, cos that's where I go wrong.
And I know that I'm alive when I see it in your eyes,
and I know that I'm alive when I see it in your smile.
Tell me how to love, cos I'm not falling far from above,
and I'm like Christopher Lee and that's not the way that
I wanted it to be. Tell me how to love, cos I know you're
like Catherine Deneuve, and I'm like Chistopher Lee
and that's not the way that wanted it to be, that's not
the way that I needed it to be. Tell me how to love,
cos I'm not hanging far enough above, and I'm like
Christopher Lee and that's not the way that I wanted it to be.
Tell me how to love, cos I know you to be Catherine Deneuve,
and me, I'm Christopher Lee and that's not the way that I
wanted it to be, that's not the way that I needed it to be,
that's not the way that I wanted it to be...
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