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One rainy day, chivalry walked up to me |
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Asking for directions to a good time |
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Dashing was his smile, responded |
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I instinctively |
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Accept the invitation for a while |
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I couldn't get away, |
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I sipped the wine, |
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I wanted more |
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He was psychological addiction, |
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I bowed my head to pray |
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But the devil said "girl, stay and play" |
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I was so exposed, had no protection |
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He had: warm hands, cold heart |
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Tryin' to love and tryin' to please |
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Wit, charm, a head start, almost brought me to my knees |
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Warm hands, cold heart, trying to love a better day |
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Almost spirited me away |
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My will left home, packed its bags and flew away |
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Dashing was my succour, was my weakness |
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I was so alone, would have stayed that way a thousand days |
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I enjoyed his bitter, not his sweetness |
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He was messin' with my psyche, he was playin' with my mind |
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Adventure and excitement, can be hard to find |
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But the pleasure in the danger, was so intoxicating |
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I had to break away. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Warm hands, cold heart |
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Wit, charm, head start |
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Warm hands, cold heart |
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Wit, charm, head start |