There is a girl here, sitting next to me,
She reminds me of you.
Something in her eyes, the way she smiles,
I can say she is almost you.
When I look at her in certain ways,
I pretend I am seeing you.
Both the way she walks and how she talks,
Makes me feel she is almost you.
And you spell you put on me,
Made you come back haunting me.
So I have not got the ghost of a chance,
She is almost you.
Slowly moving, closer to me now,
Share we share a glass or two?
When I hear a whisper in my ear,
I realise she is almost you.
And you spell you put on me,
Made you come back haunting me,
So I have not got the ghost of a chance.
'Cause you spell you put on me,
Made you come back haunting me,
Then I have not got the ghost of a chance.
She is almost you.
I guess this could never work,
Not with someone like her.
'Cause I'll always be reminded of how much she's almost you.
And you spell you put on me,
Made you come back haunting me,
So I have not got the ghost of a chance.
'Cause you spell you put on me,
Made you come back haunting me,
Then I have not got the ghost of a chance.
She is almost you.
She is almost you.
She is almost you.
She is almost you.