I can tell you how to hold my hand.
I can tell you when to kiss me.
I can tell you how to touch me.
I can tell you where to feed me.
I can tell you when to massage me.
I can tell you how to talk to me.
I can tell you when to cradle me.
I can tell you how to relax me.
I can tell you when to follow me.
But as long
as the music plays
And lovers fight
And mothers weep,
I can't tell you how to love me.
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