Like I Do

I've seen her.

Puppy Sandals, Preppy shirt.

Yes, I've seen her.

Diamond headband, Rainbow skirt.

And it doesn't make much difference,

That you've never introduced us;

That you turn your head and look away,

If I pass you on the street.

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But tell me, in the dead of night,

Does she slide across the space between you,

Her hot hands moving against your skin?

And I know she loves you too,

But I just can't keep from wondering,

Can she really love you like I do?

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You always called me hard,

Hard as nails;

Nails as red as blood;

A look you used to love.

And it doesn't really matter all that much;

That her look is nothing at all like mine.

Black and white; chalk and cheese;

That's just the way it is.

I might turn my head to cry;

But still, I'm doing fine.

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But tell me, in the dead of night,

Does she slide across the space between you,

Hot hands moving close against your skin?

And I know she loves you too,

And I've seen her bring you happiness.

But I just can't keep from wondering,

No, I just can't keep from thinking this:

Can she really love you like I do?

Could anybody love you like I do?