| I was walkin' on feet
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| Just like my father’s
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| My knees are trying to reach you
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| At your mother’s
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| My nose was screaming that you smelled
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| Like a lover
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| But my hands had to treat you
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| Like a brother
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| We do the dance upon the plain
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| And I shake your little shoulders
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| Push you down into the grain
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| And rub our noses in the night,
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| We do, we do.
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| Well I’ve been into the plants and simple treasures
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| And I sew patches on pants and I get pleasure
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| I don’t make particular plans
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| 'Cause they don’t matter
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| When you keep on foolin' in bed
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| With my sleepin' patterns
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| And we dance upon the plains
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| And I shake your little shoulders
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| Push you down into the grain
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| And rub our noses in the night,
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| We do, we do.
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| What’s with all the changin' since the time I was aware?
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| It’s like the apple-eatin' people that we once were aren’t there.
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| Did they empty out their pockets and debase their younger faces?
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| And you must be sure you’re happy when you leave your summer places
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| Pretty little femur sittin' in my cherry dreamboat
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| I’d be sad if you’re rejected from my hipbone or my knee
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| If I sailed away from continents and touched my lover’s hair then
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| You’d be very happy if I touched her there
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| Pretty little femur sittin' in my cherry dreamboat
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| I’d be sad if you’re rejected from my hipbone or my knee
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| If I sailed away from continents and touched my lover’s hair then
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| You’d be very happy if I touched her there
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| I was very nervous how I felt in there
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| I was very cautious when you said «hey there»
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| Would you like to see me? |
| Often
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| Though you don’t need to see me Often
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| Because I’d like to see you, often!
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| Though I don’t need to see you, often!
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| We do the dance upon the plain
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| And I shake your little shoulders
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| Push you down into the grain
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| And rub our noses in the night,
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| We do, we do. |