I miss you so, my darling,
Nights just aren't the same.
I also miss the thrill we got
When we played our little game.

You told me what you'd do to me,
If I were there with you,
But I have yet to really tell you,
What I would do to you.

Abstinence makes a heart grow fonder,
I guess that's what they say.
But a heart can't get much fonder,
Than my heart is today.

Don't let me wait too long, my dear,
Or my heart might break in two.
It hates to feel this loneliness,
It wants to be with you.

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