| It was last night baby when I caught your eye
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| Sssh don’t tell nobody but I almost died
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| And like a beach bunny sobbing on a shag pile rug
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| I thought of «Going to a Go-Go»
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| And the Family Stone frug
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| So we twist and shout then when it’s feeling great
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| She drifts away
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| (Talk talk baby whaddya say)
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| She walk away
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| (Walk walk baby why don’t you stay)
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| But like a cardboard suitcase in the pouring rain
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| She falls apart on me and then we start again
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| It must be love
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| Or something else
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| Well I talk with her and then I stay all night
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| We did everything but it
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| Still it felt alright
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| She was careful 'bout her health so it didn’t hurt
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| When she started dropping pills in her blue grass skirt
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| Then she twist and dip and do the flip-flop slide
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| She drifts away
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| (Talk talk baby whaddya say)
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| She walk away
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| (Walk walk baby why don’t you stay)
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| Well trembling like an earthquake, slipping like soap
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| I don’t believe with her I’ll ever give up hoping
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| This is love
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| Or something else
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| Still I never take for granted that what’s new
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| Am I overstating what at root
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| Seems cute
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| And more to boot
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| The point is moot
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| But up to you
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| Is this love
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| Or something else
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| I don’t believe in love baby if I’m honest with myself
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| I don’t believe it lasts long it’s kinda like your health
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| Hey everything is spinning round down the laundromat
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| And love is like your clothes it’s only useful while it lasts
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| Save your soul
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| Dans se monde il n’ya qu’une femme pour chaque homme
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| Et je pense qu’il n’ya qu’un age pour chaque age
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| Et ca c’est vraiment vrai |