| Eyes that tell me «Baby, you don’t need no invitation»
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| Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
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| I can see me in the morning; |
| losing my direction
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| Deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door
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| I don’t want to stay with you. |
| I just want to play with you
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| One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
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| You think you’re pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes
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| Got no imagination to clutter up my head
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| Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes
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| Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged
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| I can see me in the morning; |
| avoiding your detection
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| Slowly down the staircase, looking for the door
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| All is fair in love and war but I don’t want your love no more
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| One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
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| You’re fragile and you’re very green, conditioned by a milk machine
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| Got no imagination. |
| Got no imagination. |
| No
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| Take a walk, kid
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| Eyes that tell me «Baby, you don’t need no invitation»
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| Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
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| I can see me in the morning; |
| losing my direction
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| Deep inside my overcoat, footsteps for the door |