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Won't you twist my arm so seductively |
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and lead me to where we can breathe. |
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You can take it piece by piece til I'm open. |
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I can slide my shoes against the curb |
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like I'm doing something neat in my head, |
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to let us in... but it's a secret. |
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I'm torn in two and three and four, |
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and if you want I'll count some more. |
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Five and six, pick up bricks |
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and step on over... over my head. |
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You can take it piece by piece if you want, |
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people take what they want, |
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they take and take and give to take some more. |
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My arms seem so long, thank goodness for pockets. |
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Hide me so far down, til I'm not here. |
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I'm torn in two and three and four, |
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and if you want I'll count some more. |
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Five and six, pick up bricks |
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and step on over, over my head. |
