How well you know me how can that be,
Why can you see right through me.
What is this special power that you use,
Always knowing what I want no matter what I choose.
When I come home late you know why,
You are always right I cannot lie.
Whether out drinking with the boys,
Or playing round with a friends toys.
Am I made of glass so easy do you see,
All the things I do seeing right through me.
What is your secret is it a crystal ball,
Or can you read my mind which tells all.
Is it because we're together for so long,
You can read me like a favourite song.
Can you read it written in the skies,
Or darling do you have x ray eyes.
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