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Tuesday night feet on the floor |
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Keys in hand headed out that door |
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I look to you but you don't look back |
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There's a slow train coming with a clickety-clack |
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Come on baby give it to me |
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If I chase you're running up that tree |
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Seems there's nothing |
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I can do To get a little bit of love from the hands of you |
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You've got the sweetest little hands an this side of the rio grande |
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And if you love me you've got to love me right |
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So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight |
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It's like touch and go without touch |
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It's all I ask but it's still too much |
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You've got to love me tender |
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You've got to love me tough |
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But what you're giving me just ain't enough |
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You've got the sweetest little hands an this side of the rio grande |
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And if you love me you've got to love me right |
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So take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight |
