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Baby, you come whisper at my back door What do I open it for? I'm always happy to see your face even though you are a disgrace I'm sick of sneaking around Hide your smile it's broad daylight and don't start thinking about last night you can't say these things out loud but I'm not leaving and I'm not proud Letras de cancionesI'm sick of sneaking around Do me the honor of holding my hand on the plane Take me on public transit Express your feelings on the train We travel together over time zones and weather never really touching the ground The only evidence I have: dirty pictures in my bag Am I ever going to see where you live? Am I ever going to meet your kid? I'm sick of sneaking around From Letras Mania