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He Pleases Me

He's no more that a man
Nothing special that you'd run to see
He's a child, to be sure, at times insecure
But he pleases me

For when I'm in his arms
And the last little star slowly dies
I'm enchanted to be the me
That I see in his eyes

He's a man nothing more
Sort of clumsy and absent of mind
Not the kind of a beau I dreamed long ago
That I would find

He's my lover, my friend
What more could I ask him to be?
So in our little flat
The mystery is what he sees in me

Why is it I never doubt him
When I've known all along
Now and then the very best of men must roam
Sure I get lonely without him
But a man, right or wrong
The more you find him
The less you find him home



It's Easy to Say

It's easy to say it's over
It's easy to say we're the best of friends
You walk away and for a while
You try the summer of a younger smile
But the memory never ends
You could lose your mind
But then you'll find
It's easy to say I love you
There's only one way to say I love you
You could search the years away
That old cliche
Is the first of May too old or new love
It's easy to say
It's easy as A,B,C
I love you

You could search the years away
That old cliche
Is the first of May too old or new love
It's easy to say
It's easy as A,B,C
I love you
Love you, love you