She loves me,
she loves me not;
she loves me,
she loves me...
how can she not?
In our bed she's loved me
when I've given all I could.
She's loved our house,
our cars, my yacht,
and all the things
I've got.
But I am old and
and she is young,
and I am rich,
and she will be
if, not loving me,
she takes me
to the cleaners.
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