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February's coming fast, all those kids know what will happen All the lights outside your door, wont forget if you wont let them You can hear them come up stairs, all dressed up for music No one says she reads his mind, she can't help but pay attention Only making up the time, it's just some question of detachment And when she turns her head, the boys all act so tough But if I sing to you... but if I sing to you... but if I sing to you... would you talk to me Come the time for pulling strings, you only falling for the changes How much longer till we break, oh babe I wish we could have happened And then she's crawling up your spine, but you're holding out for love But if I sing to you... if I sing to you... if I sing to you... would you talk to me But if I sing to you... if I sing to you... if I sing to you... would you talk to me If I sing to you... if I sing to you... if I sing to you... would you talk to me If I sing to you... if I sing to you... if I sing to you... would you talk to me