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Amaretto
You never call me anymore
So why do I wait by the phone,
And you never say you miss me
So why do I miss you so.
You never touch me like you mean it
You never hold me like you feel it
And every kiss, seems to say goodbye
So why do I ache for you
Why do I cry
Sweet faced boy of the ghetto,
Drowning my sadness in amaretto
You tell me I have to look after myself
But I don't wanna sleep next to anyone else.
