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No need to whine, boy |
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Like a windup toy you stutter at my feet |
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And it's never the time, boy |
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You've had too much wine to stumble up my street |
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Well, it's isn't a problem |
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Nothing we can't keep between the sheets |
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Tell me you're mine, love |
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And I will not wait for other bedtime treats |
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Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back? |
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Is it something that I can do for you? |
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It's always something you hate or it's something you ate |
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Tell me is it the way that I touch you? |
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Have you found a new mate and is she really great |
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Is it just that I'm much too much for you? |
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Don't feed me a line, boy |
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I can hear that voice you use upon the phone |
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And there's no need to be coy |
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That is something you can do upon your own |
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Well, it isn't a problem |
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Nothing we can't solve so just relax |
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Am I on the wrong train love |
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And will I have to tie you to the tracks |
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Is it something you lack when I'm flat on my back |
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Is it something that I can do for you? |
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It's always something you hate or it's something you ate |
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Tell me is it the way that I touch you? |
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Have you found a new mate and is she really great |
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Is it just that I'm much too much for you? |
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I really want you to |
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I really want you to |