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I kiss you hard, as hard as I can |
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The camera above is zooming in |
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Get as excited as you like |
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But don't you smudge my make-up. |
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You're lying here in my embrace |
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You're completely naked, I'm stripped to the waist... |
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Don't you overdo it with the kiss |
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I sing the chorus after this. |
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Camera is focused on your leg |
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Your body heat will make the TV sweat |
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With my hand a limpet on your ass |
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This video will be high class. |
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Now this scene is in the can |
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You're standing in the corner in your leather pants |
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And in slow motion all the buttons pop |
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In close-up it's a super shot |
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Stilletto heels and bright red lips |
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You're going to make my song a hit. |
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Oh, young blood, you're going to do my record good |
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Your pouting mouth, your cleavage full |
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This is Rock'n'Roll |
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The tears are streaming down your face |
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'cos I'm gone though you begged me to stay |
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That's the way it goes in every classic video. |
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Now the scene moves to the lift |
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The poison blonde, you're my birthday gift |
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And your thighs are wrapped all around my hips |
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The bump and grinding's such a trip. |
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My guitar is in my hand |
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I'm pressing up against you, you can barely stand |
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I've got to play a solo now and then |
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Don't look straight into the lens. |
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Your eyes are locked upon my face |
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You've never seen anything so great |
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And the lift heaves up and down the shaft |
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To prove how long my love will last |
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You're stripping off your clothes, my god |
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You love it when I sing so hard. |
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Oh, young blood, you're going to do my record good |
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Your pouting mouth, your cleavage full |
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This is Rock'n'Roll |
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The tears are streaming down your face |
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'cos I'm gone though you begged me to stay |
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That's the way it goes in every classic video. |
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Now you're climbing back into your bra |
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So stunned to see the way that I can play guitar. |
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Oh, young blood, you're going to do my record good |
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Your pouting mouth, your cleavage full |
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This is Rock'n'Roll |
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The tears are streaming down your face |
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'cos I'm gone though you begged me to stay |
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That's the way it goes in every classic video. |
