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It seems never ending the way she weave her spell |
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There's no protesting she does it oh so well |
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With her eyes dancing fire and her legs slipping round |
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Sneaks up round my backbone she leaves without a sound |
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She comes on like a gypsy, her baubles and her guiles |
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Hair falls down in ringlets, she hold this midnite smile |
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And even standing naked -something left to hide |
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The only explanation, she's just a midnite child. |
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She talks of absent lovers in the same breath new found friends |
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Comes tome at midnite bringing mystery to my bed |
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She'll be gone 'fore the morning, before the night time disappear |
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Sneaks up from the bedclothes and leaves without a tear |
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She comes on like a gypsy, her baubles and her guiles |
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Hair falls down in ringlets, she hold this midnite smile |
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And even standing naked -something left to hide |
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The only explanation, she's just a midnite child. |
