the first time i fell in love
she spelled my name in dandelions
and then there was the first kiss
well, i wasn't hers
but she was mine
the next time i fell in love
she was earth and she was fire
i can't remember ever being that young
but i remember how young smiled
like you smile

and i love the way that you sip your tea
as you speak of poetry and antiques
and i don't know how i should be
when it all comes down to sex and the city

the third time i fell in love
i could swear that it was right
it was all sorts of nothing like hurt
and we fought some good fights
then the last time i fell in love
i surprised myself with pain
i was drunk
it was 3 a.m.
and i swore i wouldn't fall again
and i fell

and i love the way that you sip your tea
as you speak of poetry and antiques
and i don't know how i should be
when it all comes down to sex and the city

the next time i fall in love
i think i know just what to do:
make sure that it's with you

and i love the way that you sip your tea
as you speak of poetry and antiques
and i don't know how i should be
sometimes it just comes down to sex and the city


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