You say you don't like your name
Well, I like it, it's not ordinary, is just plain
So soon we met, we held it new
You knew the name, don't call it love, don't call it love

Oh Claire
D'you think I care?
Well, I'm one of those types that doesn't
Oh, well, I do, I do, I do

And you're fair
And yet greedy
And holding you was so sweet
Soft, warm, live and you smelled of Burberry

You sang the saddest, bravest song
But I would hear it all night long
The moon is dead but still it shines
I'm not that popular but still you mind
And I'm the only one for you tonight

Oh Claire
D'you think I care?
Well, I'm one of those types that doesn't
Oh, well, I do, I do, I do

And Gene
Was the cover star of a magazine
And you followed him down to your home town
To hear him sing of love, sing of love

But Claire
Don't call it love
Oh no, she don't, she don't, she don't, she don't
Her pain to care, oh yeah, she does, she does

Oh Claire
My longhaired lover from Liverpool
Don't call it love, no, she don't
Her pain to care, oh yeah, she does, she does


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