There's no question of me being asked
How could she be untrue
Last night you gave me the keys to your heart
And I gave mine to you
Call it simple call it the pot
Calling the kettle blue
When you gave your word you'd always be mine
I gave mine to you
Proof of the pudding
Is in the eating
Not any more it's not
Now it boils down to ingredients
Makes no difference how you look
After the night is through
You gave me your love at the end of the day
And I gave mine to you
I gave mine to you
Good days and bad days
Whatever that says
You can't deny it's true
Nothing we do is ever boring
How could she be untrue
Last night you gave me the keys to your heart
And I gave mine to you
Call it simple call it the pot
Calling the kettle blue
When you gave your word you'd always be mine
I gave mine to you
Proof of the pudding
Is in the eating
Not any more it's not
Now it boils down to ingredients
Makes no difference how you look
After the night is through
You gave me your love at the end of the day
And I gave mine to you
I gave mine to you
Good days and bad days
Whatever that says
You can't deny it's true
Nothing we do is ever boring
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