It ain't no cover It ain't no style I shouldn't bother He's eight miles high But I adore him And I implore him Saying I love none other But this ain't no style He sits there smoking His breath away He sits there choking On what they say But I adore him And I implore him Saying one of these mornings I'm going away The sun is setting The day is done Good night, my lover Good night, my son I shouldn't bother He's eight miles high But I love none other 'Til the day that I die
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