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She's not a picture above somebody's fire
She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer,
She waits to get even with me.
She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of most good intentions,
A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.
She talks about office she talks about dresses
She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing,
So
Blind Love
by Dickey Betts and Don Johnson
(c) 1979 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Ain't nobody, gonna do my baby wrong.
Ain't nobody, gonna do my baby wrong.
Lord, I still love that woman
Even though I know she's gone, long gone.
Lord, I know she's out walkin',
Walkin' up and down the street.
Well I know my baby's out walkin'
Walkin' up and down the street.
Lord she's got a brand new story
For each and every man she meets.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
My best friend knows all about it,
He don't have a thing to say.
Lord he knows all about it,
He just don't have a thing to say.
Oh, it hurts me so bad, to see you treat me this way.
Well I see my baby walkin',
Now I don't even raise my hand.
When I see my baby walkin',
I don't even raise my hand,
Oh it hurts me in my heart,
To see you with another man.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.