Resist - Petula Clark

Oh, I love his hair, oh yeah

The kind of hair I long to touch

I love him so

And yet I know

I must resist, resist, resist

I love his eyes, oh my

The kind of eyes I can’t describe

And though they say

«Come along my way»

I must resist, resist, resist

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He has a smile, oh my

He has a style I’ve never known

And though I feel

This thing is real

I must resist, resist, resist

I love him so, oh

I feel a blow just bein' near

And though my soul

Keeps cryin' out for him

I must resist, resist, resist

Resist