1992
(Perkin)
This is
not a song about 1992
Cos back then you did not even know my name
How
could I ever know you would bring me so far down
And yet I’d still love you
in spite of this pain
If I
could bottle the passion
You put into detest
I would make all men drink
it
Cos your scorn is the best
This is
not a song about 1992
Cos all those years ago your face meant nothing to
me
Now when I glance at you, you give me the look of loathe
And this makes
my legs weak so I hold myself steady
If I
could bottle the passion
You put into detest
I would make all men drink
it
Cos your scorn is the best
If I
could bottle the passion
You put into detest
I would make all men drink
it
Cos your scorn is the best
This is
not a song about 1992
Cos back then you did not even know my
name
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