You've got to make it fit
And if you mess it up
You've got to start
All over all over again
Oh again
Once more
Once more and again
So try to give it up
And listen hard to your heart
And smile at me
Make it short, make it sweet
Well you may complain about your destiny
Not giving you the cards you would like to see
Well you may complain about your destiny
Not giving you the cards you would like to see
So give it up
And you may see
All the gold stars in your skies
Give it up
And you may feel
Tiny little kisses from me
Oh don't be late
Make it quick
I tell you now
I won't wait
Make it up
As we go along
Make it short
But most of all
Most of all make it sweet
So break my heart
As you break it down
And I loose my thought
And we loose motion
So listen to it You've got to make it fit And if you mess it up You've got to start All over all over again Oh again Once more Once more and again So try to give it up And listen hard to your heart And smile at me Make it short, make it sweet Well you may complain about your destiny Not giving you the cards you would like to see Well you may complain about your destiny Not giving you the cards you would like to see So give it up And you may see All the gold stars in your skies Give it up And you may feel Tiny little kisses from me Oh don't be late Make it quick I tell you now I won't wait Make it up As we go along Make it short But most of all Most of all make it sweet So break my heart As you break it down And I loose my thought And we loose motion Explain Request Ă—
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