A car alarm at ten am
Doesn't mean I can't sympathize
Doesn't mean I can't close my eyes
For a little while

A lack of sentimental value
Doesn't mean I don't love you
Doesn't mean I can't touch you in hopes that you'll touch me

This is all I need to wear: trousers, socks and underwear

The Year End Issue should bear a comma:

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That book's been laying there for weeks; weeks could mean days
My heart won't lie, it's always true
Doesn't mean that I love you
Doesn't mean I can't touch you in hopes that you'll touch me

This all I need to wear: trousers, socks and underwear

Your hand upon my breathing chest
Doesn't mean you love me best
Doesn't mean you fancy this waiting in the wings
But when I kiss you, know it's true: when I kiss you I kiss you
Doesn't mean I can't touch you in hopes that you'll touch me