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Your lips are much too close to mine, this time it s love Harris, my foolish heart
so white the ever-constant moon
My foolish heart, it s hard to see on an evening such as this
for this time it isn t fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart, but should our eager lips combine
There s a line between love and fascination, then let the fires start, my foolish heart
For this time it isn t fascination, my foolish heart, my foolish heart
My foolish heart, it s hard to see on an evening such as this, it s hard to see on an evening such as this
But should our eager lips combine, my foolish heart
So white the ever-constant moon, there s a line between love and fascination
the night is like a lovely tune
My foolish heart, the night is like a lovely tune
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart, for they both give the very same sensation Foolish, there s a line between love and fascination
Then let the fires start, it s hard to see on an evening such as this
There s a line between love and fascination, there s a line between love and fascination My, my foolish heart
Then let the fires start, it s hard to see on an evening such as this, your lips are much too close to mine
My foolish heart, my foolish heart
there s a line between love and fascination
For this time it isn t fascination, this time it s love
For they both give the very same sensation, my foolish heart, but should our eager lips combine
The night is like a lovely tune, your lips are much too close to mine
My foolish heart, for this time it isn t fascination
the night is like a lovely tune
Your lips are much too close to mine, then let the fires start
For they both give the very same sensation, for they both give the very same sensation Gene, my foolish heart
my foolish heart
This time it s love, but should our eager lips combine
So white the ever-constant moon, then let the fires start, my foolish heart
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart, for this time it isn t fascination
there s a line between love and fascination
This time it s love, for this time it isn t fascination
But should our eager lips combine, my foolish heart
my foolish heart