L.A. Girlfriend - Code of Lovers

It started with a sign in my hand
It started as the wrong type of plan
Its started as a thought that could never be
Now I don't know who I am
He talks in a telephone speech
She listens and slowly retreats
Fearing that it's over before it starts
You take when I wanna receive

He loves me, he hates me
I can't figure why
It might be the look of the girl in my eye
He loves me, he hates me
I can't figure why
It might be the color of new in your eye
We're a different code of lover
A different type of breed
We kissed 'till were blue in the teeth
We lived in a runaway dream

We're a different code of lover
A different type of breed
We kissed 'till were blue in the teeth
We lived in a runaway dream

Lover, lover, lover, ooh
Lover, lover, lover, ooh

Looking at a heart on a string
Looking a the space in between
Reading all the lines that I have to know
For substance to mean anything
She waits for the cue to get close
He assumes a different pose
Suddenly the fever that rushes in
Changes the gleam of your gold

He loves me, he hates me
I can't figure why
It might be the look of the girl in my eye
He loves me, he hates me
I can't figure why
It might be the color of new in your eye
We're a different code of lover
A different type of breed
We kissed 'till were blue in the teeth
We lived in a runaway dream

We're a different code of lover
A different type of breed
We kissed 'till were blue in the teeth
We lived in a runaway dream

We're a different code of lover
Lover, lover, lover, ooh
We're a different code of lover
Lover, lover, lover, ooh
We're a different code of lover
Lover, lover, lover, ooh

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