Youre going to give yourself away One of these nights Your gaze of compassion Just a little too right Your hug of encouragement A little too tight And then hell know Its in the little things betrayed Youre going to give yourself away To some Casanova On the spills and stains Of a backstage sofa Hell catch you yawning with one leg over And theres the sin Must be the enemy within Thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows A slip of the tongue A squeeze of the hand Thats the way that it shows Theres glycerine in the tear Rouge in the blush Your artful stammer A little too rushed All passion to the eye All cold to the touch And then hell guess Your mind has drifted in the kiss Theres a chink in your armour A crack in your defenses When your iron will Gives way to your senses Your whispered sweet nothings All sound like expenses And thats enough He wont believe your words of love And thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Yes, thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Thats the way that it shows Its the Thats the way that it shows A slip of the tongue A squeeze of the hand Thats the way that it shows
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