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February’s coming fast, all those kids know what will happen
All the lights outside your door, wont forget if you wont let them
You can hear them come up stairs, all dressed up for music
No one says she reads his mind, she can’t help but pay attention
Only making up the time, it’s just some question of detachment
And when she turns her head, the boys all act so tough
but if I sing to you… but if I sing to you… but if I sing to you…
would you talk to me
Come the time for pulling strings, you only falling for the changes
How much longer till we break, oh babe I wish we could have happened
And then she’s crawling up your spine, but you’re holding out for love
but if I sing to you… if I sing to you… if I sing to you… would you talk to me
but if I sing to you… if I sing to you… if I sing to you… would you talk to me
If I sing to you… if I sing to you… if I sing to you… would you talk to me
If I sing to you… if I sing to you… if I sing to you… would you talk to me