Love Cliché

There's no shame
In that old love cliché
Like those sayings that my mama used to say
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Baby I miss you
I want to go play
I want to go with you
Fly me away

Candle lit dinners
Kisses in the rain
Summers in Paris
All sounded the same
How did this happen
I was so cool
So liberated
But now I'm a fool

There's no shame
In that old love cliché
Like those sayings that my mama used to say
(...)
(...)

We leave our baggage behind
Take my hand
Don't leave no road miles
We don't need no plans
Tiffany diamonds
Walks by the sea
Flowers and chocolate
Did nothing for me

Something has happened
I once was cool
So liberating
But now i'm a fool

There's no shame
In that old cliché
Like those sayings my mama used to say