How many times
Have I been waiting by the door
To hear these chimes
To hear that someone debonaire has just arrived
And opened up to see
My world before my eyes
That silhouette creates an image
On the night I can't forget
It has the scent of something special
I can't rest
If I resist temptation
Oh, I know for sure that I will lose the bet
I walk away and suddenly it seems
I'm not alone
In front of me he stands
I stop, before he goes
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