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The eyes have it

Sometime when I turn to her
her eyes do not belong to me,
Just like

sometimes when we pushed ourselves together
your eyes did not belong to me, Or

sometimes when we rock our hips together
my eyes do not belong to her,

I know what it means,
The eyes have it,
The eyes always have it,

It breaks my heart,
Just like

the first time I turned to you
and your eyes did not belong to me,
I knew what it meant, though I denied it,
But I was not proved wrong now, was I love?

The eyes have it,
The eyes always have it,
And I know what it means.

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