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I like to cook for you |
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In my underwear |
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'cause our kitchen |
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points to a wall |
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and I like to talk to you |
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while I brush my teeth |
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cause I have |
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so much to say |
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I want to hear you talk to me |
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in any funny voice you please |
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it all pleases me |
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I want to hang off every word you say |
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and even thought it's in my head |
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it all pleases me |
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Little white lies |
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tied in a bow |
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keeps me poised all day |
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reflections of me |
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in the pictures of you |
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makes me |
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forget that you rest in peace |
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I want to hear you talk to me |
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in any funny voice you please |
|
it all pleases me |
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I want to hang off every word you say |
|
and even thought it's in my head |
|
it all pleases me |
|
I want to hear you talk to me |
|
in any funny voice you please |
|
it all pleases me |
|
I want to hang off every word you say |
|
and even thought it's in my head |
|
it all pleases me |
