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The last thing I want is to be tiptoeing around youI want you to know that I'm proud of youIn my head you're nineteen going on ninety nineYou are Saturday and SundayEvery weekday friend of mineWe got a little butter we took a little breadIt's there for the taking, come put us to the testWe're going to make a record then sail around the worldWe might not storm the charts completelybut we'll do our very bestAs long as I'm with youI'll have a friend so trueThere is nobody quite like me you sayThere is no one half as good as youI don't want to sound like I've written us offThe words and the feelings are pouring andI can't turn them offNo I can't turn them offI won't let you downTake all of my timeBut don'tDon'tNo don't let me down From Letras Mania