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Finally found a fella |
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Almost completely divine |
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But his vocabulary |
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Is killing this romance of mine |
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We get into an intimate situation |
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And then begins this character's conversation |
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He says, murder, he says |
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Every time we kiss |
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He says, murder, he says |
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At a time like this |
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He says, murder, he says |
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Is that the language of love? |
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He says, solid, he says |
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Takes me in his arms |
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And says, solid, he says |
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Meaning all my charms |
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He says, solid, he says |
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Is that the language of love? |
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He says, chick chick |
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You torture me |
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Zoom, are we livin? |
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I'm thinkin of leaving him flat |
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He says, dig dig the jumps |
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The old ticker is giving |
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He can talk plainer than that |
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He says, murder, he says |
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Every time we kiss |
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He says, murder, he says |
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Keep it up like this |
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He says, murder, he says |
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In that impossible tone |
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We'll bring on nobody's murder |
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But his own |
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He says, jackson, he says |
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And my name's marie |
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He says, jackson, he says |
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Shoot the snoot for me |
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He says, jackson, he says |
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Is that the language of love? |
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He says, mmmhmm |
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When he likes my hat |
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He says, tsk tsk tsk |
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What the heck is that? |
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He says, woo hoo! he says |
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Is that the language of love? |
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He says hep hep with helium |
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Now babe, we're cookin |
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Another expression's too ill |
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He says, we're in the groove |
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And the groove is good lookin |
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Sounds like his uppers don't fit! |
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He says, murder, he says |
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Every time we kiss |
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He says, murder, he says |
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Keep it up like this |
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In that, murder, he says |
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In that impossible tone |
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We'll bring on nobody's murder |
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But his own |
