Things Won't Ever Be The Same

Eyes in the face of a magazine
and you think that you've seen them before.
Like the thunder, like the rain you adore.

I know, you know, we just think the same.
I know, you know things just won't ever,
ever, be the same . . . .

Your eyes are fine and the way that you look baby look.
Your eyes are fine and the way that you move, baby move.
There's a thing inside me that's called love,
But I find, my baby ain't no little dove.

I know, you know, we just think the same,
I know, you know things just won't ever,
ever, be the same . . . .

Listen to the music:
Things Won't Ever Be The Same
1990 - 3:34 - BM185

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© John Buckingham 1990