hoarding turns allure to discontent
altruism's a grind all its own
morning makes you know your inner self
but love is just as pure as you both because
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
when true love is metaphysical
venal desires we learn to beset
you and me we've got a special thing
but I want you to never forget
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
each bedtime I stir with regret
guilty and vain, hoping for retribution
charity's immune from my demands
I don't expect a thing from the weak
but you my love are measured and compared
predisposed to my profane decree
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
it's reciprocal, it's reciprocal
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