| Sweetness…
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| It’s just a matter of taste.
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| I wish we were not misplaced.
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| You only quote these lines,
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| But I’ll be fine.
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| I’ll only recite mine
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| Until I’m gone with out a trace.
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| It’s just a matter of time.
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| Strip for me as I have stripped for you.
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| We’ve got nothing to hide and we’ve got less to lose.
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| Strip for me as I have sripped for you.
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| I’ve got nothing to hide and less to lose.
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| Sweetness…
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| Could they have just a taste
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| Of this beautiful disgrace
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| They’d find you a criminal, delectable.
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| They’d find me intangible, invisible
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| Gone without a trace
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| It’s just a matter of time.
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| Strip for me as I have stripped for you.
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| We’ve got nothing to hide and we’ve got less to lose.
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| Strip for me as I have sripped for you.
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| I’ve got nothing to hide and less to lose.
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| It’s a lot to take but they won’t find us.
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| It’s a lot to take I know, I know.
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| It’s a lot to fake but pay no mind
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| Because this is how we’re made.
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| You know,
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| And so…
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| Strip for me as I have stripped for you.
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| We’ve got nothing to hide and I’ve got less to lose.
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| Strip for me as I have stripped for you.
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| I’ve got nothing to hide, and less to lose. |