Last Year from Berlin by The Sexbots

Last year, this time of year
riding my bike up the hill to your house
the night so dark and so cold
and warm upstairs…

baby, tell me you love me
baby, tell me you love me not her
and not her

and I
I remember everything

you don’t have to lie to me
I’m pretty good at lying to myself
and you turned away
and you turned away

oh, tell me you love me
baby, tell me you love me not her

and don’t let anyone call you baby but me
and don’t let anyone call you baby but me

And that cold ride at night
climbing the stairs to your room
it’s so far away
so far away

baby, tell me you love me
baby, tell me you love me
tell me tell me tell me you love me
tell me tell me tell me you love me

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