| Jane, I’ve made it plain
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| Although I’m faded as a ghost
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| I want you here inside me
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| Say the word
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| Oh, you’ve been playing nice
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| But I can see it in your eyes
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| You’re thinking, «Christ
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| He’s everybody’s girl.»
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Jane, I’ve seen you at the club
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| You were tearin' up the rug
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| With no regard for form
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| You’re such a brute!
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| You had a ready elbow
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| For the girls you hate
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| Or just don’t know
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| You head-butt me
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| Cos you thought it was cute
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Yes, I’m sure you’re right
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Yeah, I’m sure you’re right
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Yes, I’m sure you’re right
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| But we could spend the night together
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| Or alone, that would be better
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| It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody
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| Oh, what’s the use of making the bed?
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| I took something and it feels like karate
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| It’s kicked me down and left me for dead
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| It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody
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| So what’s the use of pulling a shape?
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| I put what I want, when I want, in my body
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| I’m never gonna give what I take
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| Jane, I’ve seen the pain you’ve dealt
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| You’ve been with all my friends
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| You tell me guard my heart
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| I might get hurt
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| No doubt you’ll hurt my feelings
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| And it’s a given I’ll be kneeling
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| But I’m telling myself
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| That it’s gonna be worth it
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Yes, I’m sure you’re right
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Yeah, I’m sure you’re right
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| You can’t spend the night
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| Yes, I’m sure you’re right
|
| But we could spend the night together
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| Or alone, that would be better
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| It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody
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| Oh, what’s the use of making the bed?
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| I took something and it feels like karate
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| It’s kicked me down and left me for dead
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| It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody
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| So what’s the use of pulling a shape?
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| I put what I want, when I want, in my body
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| I’m never gonna give what I take
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| It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody
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| Oh, what’s the use of making the bed?
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| I took something and it feels like karate
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| It’s kicked me down and left me for dead
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| It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody
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| So what’s the use of pulling a shape?
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| I put what I want, when I want, in my body
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| I’m never gonna give what I take |