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I feel so fortunate to have your number |
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It's like O2 in my lungs |
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It's such a nice, round lovely number |
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I love to roll it off my tongue |
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Such a sensual kabalah |
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A numerological lambada (the forbidden dance) |
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Each digit has a name. it has a face |
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It has a meaning all it's own |
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When i call your number out, it stirs my soul |
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Your number speaks to me in tone |
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Your secret number has a music all it's own |
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It's like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone |
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Can't do the rhumba |
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But i've got god's home number |
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One wretched wednesday at 3: am |
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As i sat staring at my screen |
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A twitchy rhythm possessed my fingers |
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And i was typing out a stream |
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Such a sensual kabalah |
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A numerological lambada |
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Each lovely number, like a psalm |
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Written on an ancient scroll |
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It rings so nicely around my brain |
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It's symbols tattooed on my soul |
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Your secret number has a rhythm all it's own |
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It's like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone |
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Can't do the rhumba |
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But i've got god's home number |
