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Fly girl, I knew you from a magazine |
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You got my top spot when you glanced at me |
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I think my brain was on fire a volcano in heat |
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My teeth were swimming in water |
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My tounge was six-feet-deep |
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Page 1: I knew ya, I knew I wanna move ya |
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Page 2: I gotcha, my skills are comin' atcha |
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Page 3: I explode, a mental overload |
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Page 4: You whisper in my ear once more: |
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(CHORUS) |
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{ You won't forget me, |
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When you hear me in your heart |
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You won't forget me, no no |
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So just protect me, |
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And you tell it to my heart |
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Just don't forget me, no no |
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You won't forget me from the start, |
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You won't forget me in your heart, |
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Just don't forget; 'cause I need it |
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You won't forget me from the start, |
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You won't forget me in your heart, |
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Just don't forget; 'cause I need it |
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Na-na-na-na na-na-na (etc.) } |
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You won't forget me! |
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You flow like a river through my fantasy, |
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I'm goin downstream baby, and I'm takin you with me |
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All good I'm the captain and I'm cruisin yer waters |
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My ship is rigged like the Titanic; goin' down is an order |
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Rock bottom, I'm down but I want some more |
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My supermodel joyride take me back to shore |
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And as I come to my senses from my fantasy ball, |
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In the back of my mind, I hear my model call. |
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(CHORUS) |
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You won't forget me! |
