| An invitation to dance on the floor
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| Entertainment was low in my home
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| Mother she sighs: what is love?
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| Is it something inside my brain
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| Love, oh it’s driving us all insane
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| Oh… Oh…
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| The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
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| It’s not a surprise
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| Nothing really matters to him
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| The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
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| It’s not a surprise
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| Nothing really matters to him
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| Spies looking into my window I watch
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| Spies they’re watching us tonight
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| The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
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| It’s not a surprise
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| Nothing really matters to him
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| The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
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| It’s not a surprise
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| Spies looking into my window I watch
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| Spies they never can deny
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| The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
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| It’s not a surprise
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| Nothing really matters to him
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| The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
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| It’s not a surprise
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| I see through your lies with my bionic eyes
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| I see through your mind with my bionic, bionic
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| I see through your lies with my bionic eyes
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| Bionic, bionic, bionic eyes. |