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It's too late now
It's twenty past two
I spent the night just watchin' you
I watched you dance
I watched you move
Can't breath
And still I watched you move away

Now I think quite a lot
As I stare at my shoes
About all these things
That I put myself through
Now there's nothing to say
And there's nothing to do
You're just too nice to talk to
Too nice to talk to
You're too nice to talk to
You're too nice to talk to

The right lines wouldn't come out for you
I glance but you just stared me through
Felt such a fool I felt you knew
But you might tell me to go away

Now I think quite a lot
Of my own point of view
Is that all I have that's in common with you
Your emotions so guarded
My heart is retarded
You're too nice to talk to
Too nice to talk to
You're too nice to talk to
You're too nice to talk to

This evening hasn't gone like I planned
Should I take the situation in hand
Can't go on but I can't seem to dance
You chain my feet
I stamp and stamp and stamp
Because nothing I do ever seems to be right
The same line to mind every Saturday night
Out the window
You might say I'm out of of my mind
But you're too nice to talk to
Too nice to talk to
You're too nice to talk to
Too nice to talk to
You're too nice to talk to
Too nice!

Written by Cox, Andrew / Charlery, Roger / Morton, Everett / Steele, David / Wakeling, David Frederick
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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