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(difford/tilbrook) |
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In the corner by the d.j. unit |
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The flag of beauty my eyes salute it, |
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She likes love |
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By luck or labour |
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She likes love |
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But not for favour - can't hold on |
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She keeps her lips on the straw she's sucking |
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Looks up to me but her eyes see nothing, |
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Love's her stare |
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The steps to her heart |
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Love's the climb |
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The bite not her bark. |
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I pour the milk into the cat's saucer |
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I'm john wayne as i'm walking towards her, |
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She'd like to dance |
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But not this minute |
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She's the fish i'd love to fillet. |
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I draw first with a stammer of verbal |
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We dance like pigeons forever in circle, |
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She likes to dance |
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Her cocktails shaken |
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She likes love |
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And it's temptation |
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The lights flash green |
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My envy lights up |
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The lights just flash |
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And i feel tied up, |
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Love's for sale |
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And i am sold on |
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But there's no way |
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That i can hold on |
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I can't hold on |
