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Got a head on my shoulders, got to land on my feet |
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Got a mouth under my nose, got to keep from falling asleep |
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Keeping out of trouble, keeping foot from mouth |
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Talking about the weather, talking to myself |
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She's on the other side, can't see my boots they're shaking |
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Did I rip my heart out and put it on your plate |
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You must've been mistaken |
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Head it starts to roll, fingers start to sweat |
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You think you've seen it all but |
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You ain't seen nothing yet |
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Mouth gets me in trouble |
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Mouth it gets me out |
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Mouth gets me in deeper |
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Mouth it starts to shout |
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Don't |
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Look |
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Now |
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Listen to my heartbeat |
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Don't |
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Look |
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Down |
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Looking in the mirror, like looking down a hole |
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Looking for some problem, to satisfy my soul |
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I might be a geek, but that's the way things go |
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I might be a psycho, but she doesn't seem to know |
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He came from out of nowhere, on a shining stallion |
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Underneath his ruffles, a hairy gold medallion |
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His charming smile drips, and pretty soon she's drenched |
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She's watching him watching her body, as they flirt in Pigeon-French |
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Hand on shoulder, lips on throat, I don't know if they know |
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He puts his arm around her waist, forgets his coat & then they go |
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Don't |
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Look |
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Now |
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Listen to my heartbeat. |
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Don't |
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Look |
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Down |
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Mouth it starts to shout |
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Heart it starts to beat |
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Got a head on my shoulders |
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Got to (gotta gotta) land on my feet |
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Mouth it starts to shout |
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Heart it starts to beat |
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Got a head on my shoulders |
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Got to (gotta gotta) land on my feet |
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Don't look now (Listen to my heartbeat) |
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Don't look down (Listen to my heartbeat) |
