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It's not every afternoon, that I walk into a bar And I look at a woman And I know I'm gonna love her, all my life It's not every evening, I go weak at the knees And I get butterflies And I know I'm going to love her, all of my life Hey, Mrs Playing dead I just saw you moving your head Hey, Mrs Playing dead The sun is out The sky is blue Romance is in the air I'm so reduced, I am hanging on although What human that is in me Is left to live life Like a rat off of your words And the ever present voice Hypnotic and singing Echoes on through And I am dead to you Hey, Mrs Playing dead I just saw you moving your head Hey, Mrs Playing dead The sun is out The sky is blue Romance is in the air From Letras Mania