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You came to me when |
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I was alone |
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Tried to drag me in to your danger zone |
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You told me things, got right inside |
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And showed me things |
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I'd never tried |
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You got a hold, you wouldn't let go |
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You lied and lied and lied, it was a great big show |
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Everything about us looks wrong |
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But I swear it feels right |
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People talk, |
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I hear them do it |
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They think they know and |
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I never knew it |
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You're a gigolo, |
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I've heard it said |
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But I've got a sweet name for you instead |
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They imagine what must thrill |
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Well, they'll never know for sure, but |
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I will Everything about us looks wrong |
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But I swear it feels right |
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Everything about us looks wrong |
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But I swear it feels right |
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Whispering is rude in public places |
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It's so obvious, it's written on their faces |
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They think you're taking me for a great big ride |
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And you know what's more, |
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They're probably right |
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I'm hopping on with you tonight |
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You take me up and let me down |
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Don't like my friends to come around |
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If you're not center of the stage |
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You sulk and rant and go into a rage |
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Oh but I can leave at any time |
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But I'd miss the oh so absurd and the so sublime |
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Everything about us looks wrong |
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But I swear it feels right |
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Everything about us looks wrong |
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But I swear it feels right |
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Everything about us looks wrong |
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But I swear it feels right |
