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Decided |
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To sneak up away from your stomach |
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And try your pulse |
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And captured |
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What seemed all unknowing and candid |
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But they suspected it was false |
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She's playful |
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The boring would warn you be careful |
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Of her brigade |
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In order to tame this relentless marauder |
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Move away from the parade |
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And she was walking on the tables in the glass house |
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Endearingly bedraggled in the wind |
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Subtle in her method of seduction |
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The twenty little tragedies begin |
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And she would throw a feather boa in the road |
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If she thought that it would set the scene |
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Unfittingly dipped into your companions |
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Enlighten them to make you see |
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And there's affection to rent |
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The age of the understatement |
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Before the attraction ferments |
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Kiss me properly and pull me apart |
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Affection to rent the age of the understatement |
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Before this attraction ferments |
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Kiss me properly and pull me apart |
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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And my fingers scratch at my hair |
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Before my mind can get too reckless |
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The idea of seeing you here |
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Is enough to make the sweat grow cold |
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
