Comparisons are easily doneOnce you've had a taste of perfectionLike an apple hanging from a treeI picked the ripest oneI still got the seedYou said move onWhere do I goI guess second bestIs all I will knowCause when I'm with himI am thinking of youThinking of youWhat you would do ifYou were the oneWho was spending the nightOh I wish that IWas looking into your eyesYou're like an Indian summerIn
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