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You know it turns, |
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It turns my stomach just to watch, |
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And though it hurts, |
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Restrain myself from taking part, |
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As every nerve, |
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Dulls and dies away, |
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For what it's worth, |
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Your love's so hard to gain. |
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Why don't you come in my...? |
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Why don't you come in my...? |
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Why don't you come in my...? |
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Why don't you come in my...? |
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You're just so dirty, |
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You're just so dirty, |
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You're just so dirty what you do with that mouth. |
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I'm wanting more, |
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I'm wanting more than one can give, |
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And every pore, |
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Has left me restless in my skin, |
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But I'm not sure, |
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What I'm gonna be, |
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I just adore, |
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The tension that it brings. |
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Don't you wait, |
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The filth won't come off, |
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Don't you hate? |
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It's part of our design. |
