Have you changed my question?
Or asked another one of me?
I've abandoned my plans completely
That's how many times did I cook you
Eight, nine times is enough
As I live alone in Dallas
In Texas my love has never felt so cold
A snowflake falls on me bleak
But when it lands, we'll see
That's how many times that I could do
And nine times is enough,
Mr. Davis is cutting on the moon
But Mr. Peters writes it all in book
There's no telling how long it took
But Mr. Crick is picking his sword,
and he's cutting a little bit long, it's you
But Mr. Ford, his name is Ernie,
he sings you on about how
Love is gone, love is dead, love is wrong,
and you once said that life's too long
but when hear these words,
they might remind you you
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