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Your legs are at the door |
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I'm feeling good and I want more |
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But you've got one thing on your mind |
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It's leaving everything behind |
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And I feel like starting over |
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More now, as I'm older |
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Come on now, come over to me |
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Drop your skirt down past your knees |
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If this is the last we ever meet |
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Let's go out in style and see |
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If you feel like starting over |
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Or you'll look back when you're older |
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At times we had together |
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And realize there was nothing better |
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And I feel like starting over |
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More now, as I'm older |
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Maybe some of that was a bit too much |
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It's just that we won't stay in touch |
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So come on baby, come over to me |
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We should fuck and them we'll see |
