Like a new winter's coat
I'm wearing your last embrace
Like a cold quenching glass of water
I hold a clear picture of your face
When are you coming around
Oh when are you coming around
Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty
I'm hearing your last telephone call
Ringing louder and clearer than
The rest
I hear your invitation to see it all
Better written I am smitten no
Protest
So when are you coming around
Oh when are you coming around
Cos soon I'll be bored and lonely
I'm tasting the last glass of your wine
The sweet taste linger left on lips
I'm tasting your sweet kisses with mine
The sweet taste lingers left on lips
So when are you coming around
Oh when are you coming around
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