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You always ask for flowers and candy, baby, |
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never knowing I was your chocolate rose. |
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You always tell me that you like what I'm wearing, |
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but you think I look better here without any clothes. |
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Get out of my head. Show me your heart. |
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Get out of my head. Show me your heart. |
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You play a game of attack and surrender. |
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Always leaving me halfway there. |
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Well I've got something that you should remember. |
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Until you draw blood, baby, nobody cares. |
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Get out of my head. Show me your heart. |
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Get out of my head. Show me your heart. |
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Sometimes I'd swear you were from Venus, now, oh. |
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If I didn't already know your type. |
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You'd rather tell me you're an angel, darling, |
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then show me by floating gracefully by. |
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Get out of my head. Show me your heart. |
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Get out of my head, oh. And, show me your heart. |
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Get out, get out, get out of my head. |
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Yeah, and show me your heart. |
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Show me your, oh. |
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Get out of my head. And, show me your heart. |
