All right.
I'll tell you.
When I'm with you I love you.
Sure.
I might as well be honest,
see?
If it was somebody else I was with,
somebody who thought as much of me as you do,
I guess I'd feel the same way about them.
Maybe it's love.
I don't know.
After it's all over and you aren't here,
I don't love you,
see?
If it was somebody else I was with,
somebody who thought as much of me as you do,
I guess I'd feel the same way about them.
Maybe it's love.
I don't know.
After it's all over and you aren't here,
I don't love you,
see?
So it can't be love.
Don Tracy
Criss-Cross
1934
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