LYRIC
My excuse for not wanting no one too used to being with you
[ Merle ] Some other's arms may hold and caress you some other's lips may burn on my own
[ Bonnie ] That's why your eyes are filled with their beauty my heart inside will be crying alone
[ Both ] Too used to that certain someone…
[ Bonnie ] When you find a true love you treasure other offers are just the past time
[ Merle ] You'll find their love just a cheap imitation the love they offer's not real genuine
[ Both ] Too used to that certain someone…
Too used to being with you
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