| Attract me
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| 'til it hurts to concentrate
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| Distract me Stops me doing work I hate
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| And just to show him how it feels
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| I walk past his desk in heels
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| One leg resting on a chair
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| From the side he pulls my hair
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| Although I’ve been here before
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| He’s just too hard to ignore
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| Masculine you spin a spell
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| I think you’d wear me well
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| Where’s my moral parallel?
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| It takes me Half an hour to write a verse
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| He makes me Imagine it from bad to worse
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| My weakness for the other sex
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| Every time his shoulders flex
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| Way the shirt hangs off his back
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| My train of thought spins right off track
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| Although I’ve been here before
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| He’s just too hard to ignore
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| Masculine he spins a spell
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| I think he’d wear me well
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| so where’s my moral parallel?
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| His own style
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| Right down to his Diesel jeans
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| Immobile
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| I can’t think by any means
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| Underwear peeks out the top
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| I’ll let you know when you should stop
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| From the picture my mind drew
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| I know I’d look good on you
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| Although I’ve been here before
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| You’re just too hard to ignore
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| Masculine you spin a spell
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| I think you’d wear me well
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| So where’s my moral parallel?
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| Creative energy abused
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| All my lyrics go unused
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| But when I clock black hair, blue eyes
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| I drift off, I fantasise
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| Although I’ve been here before
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| He’s just too hard to ignore
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| Masculine he spins a spell
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| I think he’d wear me well
|
| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| So where’s my moral parallel?
|
| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| Although I’ve been here before
|
| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| He’s just too hard to ignore
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| Masculine he spins a spell
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| I think he’d wear me well
|
| (Amy Amy Amy)
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| So where’s my moral parallel? |