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Something strikes me as wrong, I think Christine might have known all along. It feels like '89 in my heart but '69 in my head. She came home about three, Smelling just like a brewery, She's got a generous way it would seem, But it's not meant for me. I will make her love me, I will make her love me, I will make her love me, For both our good, For both our good. If she's not thinking of me, Then why do I think she'll love me? I guess I think she'll love me, For both our good, For both our good. Christine's got cloth in her ears, I said it once and I said it clear, I want no more screwing around it's embarrassing me. It would be nice to hear it from her, Cause I hear it from my friends and it's getting absurd, They say, "Haven't you got any pride?", They don't know what she's like From Letras Mania