| 100 days, 100 nights, to know a man’s heart
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| 100 days, 100 nights, to know a man’s heart
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| And a little more, before, he knows his own
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| You know a man can play the part of a saint just so long
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| For a day comes when his true, his true self unfolds, yes it does
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| He maybe mellow, he maybe kind
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| Treat you good, all the time
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| But there’s something just beyond what he’s told
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| 100 days, 100 nights, to know a man’s heart
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| 100 days, 100 nights, to know a man’s heart
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| And a little more, before, he knows his own
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| Wait a minute
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| Maybe I need to slow it down just a little; |
| take my time
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| I had a man (100 days), tell me things (100 nights)
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| Made me feel (100 days), just like a queen (100 nights)
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| And I thought (100 days), he was the one (100 nights)
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| I would hold (100 days), oh yes I did (100 nights)
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| But one day (100 days), I looked around (100 nights)
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| That old man (100 days), was nowhere to be found (100 nights)
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| 100 days (100 days) for this heart to unfold (100 days 100 nights)
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| 100 days (100 days), 100 nights (100 nights), to know a man’s heart (100 days
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| 100 nights)
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| 100 days (100 days), 100 nights (100 nights), to know a man’s heart (100 days
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| 100 nights)
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| And a little more, before, he knows his own (100 days 100 nights,
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| 100 days 100 nights, 100 days 100 nights) |