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I know exactly what it is |
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I know exactly why it burns |
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And I'm fairly sure |
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That they all should put their clothes back on |
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Yeah, put them right back on |
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'Cause now there's no way to decide |
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What's on my mind |
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There's so much talk about it, it's everywhere |
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And these poor eyes of mine |
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They get no rest |
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And suddenly, all of my friends are at it |
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Who thought they had these skills? |
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I look at them and blush |
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Let's not go over this again |
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Why would you rub it when it already hurts? |
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And I'm fairly sure |
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It would be best if you restrained yourselves |
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Draw in the reins, my friends |
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I lose the ability to decide |
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What's on my mind |
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There's so much talk about it, it's everywhere |
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And these poor eyes of mine |
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They get no rest |
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And suddenly, all of my friends are at it |
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Who thought they had these skills? |
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I look at them and blush |
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I turn around, but I think I hear |
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Yeah, at least to these ears |
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... these doves are pecking away at each other |
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There's so much talk about it, it's everywhere |
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And these poor eyes of mine |
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They get no rest |
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And suddenly, all of my friends are at it |
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Who thought they had these skills? |
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I look at them and blush |
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And I could roll away my eyes |
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But I'd still hear these awful sounds |