| Once upon a time you were mine
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| And it made sense
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| And it don’t make sense anymore
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| At times I think about when it did
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| When it was right, it wasn’t wrong
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| It wasn’t right very long
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| But it was good while it was
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| And it was fun and it was sex
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| I don’t wanna talk about the fights in your mustang
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| Let’s just think about the nights drinking rose colored champagne
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| Is it me or is it hot?
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| What you want is what I got
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| Oh Los Angeles is fine
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| Let’s take a drive through the city
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| Oooo, ooo
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| C’mon make a move if you know what I mean
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| Oooo, ooo
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| Or I can be the girl in another man’s jeans
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| I don’t need a bouquet, keep the flowers, let’s go dancing
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| Was a time, not so long ago
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| You couldn’t keep your hands off me
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| I know lovers like to burn
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| We could burn it till it turns
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| Right from winter into spring
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| Till the summer starts again (HEY!)
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| Oooo, ooo
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| C’mon make a move if you know what I mean
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| Or I can be the girl in another man’s jeans
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| Alright here’s what I’m not saying
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| «Let's get back together»
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| All I’m saying is for one night and one night only
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| We can have ourselves a little bit of fun
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| Oooo, ooo
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| C’mon make a move if you know what I mean
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| Oooo, ooo
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| C’mon let the night pull apart the seams
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| Or I can be the girl in another man’s jeans |