The Kissing Bandit Page #8

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I am afraid I'm engaged.

Oh, that's fine news, Chico.

- I don't know.

- Congratulations.

For me there's nothing, I guess.

No more adventure. No more romance.

If you steal a kiss, dear

I hope you'll return it someday

If you steal my dreams, dear

Please give them back

Teresa, you don't seem to understand.

Someway

If you take my midnight

Please bring it back

With my dawn

There's something I must tell you.

But if you steal

My heart, dear

I'll know it's gone

Forever gone

Teresa, look,

I've got to make this clear to you.

I am not a bandit.

My father was the Kissing Bandit.

I was never a bandit.

I couldn't be a bandit in a million years.

I didn't inherit one single thing

from my father.

Not one single thing.

Or did I?

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