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tell me it's not true.

your hair upon the pillow dear
a sleepy golden hue
and while you’re sweetly dreaming, dear
tell me, am I losing you?

your putting on your lipstick dear
but your look is far from true
you’re thinking of another, dear
tell me, am I losing you?

you’re walking out the door my dear
a backward glance, or two
but no skipping of your heart, my dear
tell me, am I losing you?

your secret’s bought your soul my dear
& it seems that payment’s due
your gift, these memories, my dear
tell me, am I losing you?