Open The Door - Live At Bradshaw's Great American Music Hall, San Francisco/1979

Open the door, my dear
 I must get in your heart
 You're making it hard
 You're making it hard to be true
 So please, open the door, my dear
 And then, perhaps, you'll find
 That you have had me on your mind
 No matter, no matter how you try to avoid me
 You can't get away so easily, so easily
 If you will not, come to me, I'll come to you
 Open the door, please
 Why make me beg and beg and beg, and beg, and beg, and beg?
 Why torture me like this?
 Can't you see I've got love?
 Plenty love to give you
 Can't you see that I've got love?
 Lots of love to give
 To give to you
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 Love to give to you
 I've got love to give to you
 I've got love to give to you
 I've got love to give, to give to you