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Left her at home in the cold |
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London night |
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Had nothing on(Not a stitch) |
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Nothing on(Not a stitch on) |
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And she stays that way' |
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Til I get back with her regrets and('Til I get back) |
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Another bottle of good time |
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Her body's under the covers |
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And there's nothing wrong with a single inch |
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And the same position |
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Laying on her back, waiting for a kiss |
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A kiss that she gets |
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Long and slow, starts at her toes |
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And then it goes and goes |
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And goes and goes and goes and goes(And goes and goes) |
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And moves slow(Slow, slow) |
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And when I get to her lips |
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I still have skin to explore |
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Her body's under the covers |
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And there's nothing wrong with a single inch |
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And then we change positions |
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She's got me on my back, losing common sense |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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You can't hear the music |
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But we're playing the same tune |
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Each beat, every note |
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Played perfectly by you |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
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Lay on the bright lights |
