| You can read it in the papers
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| In some places, it comes in thirty-two flavors
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| But you wouldn’t tell no one your favorite
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| If you could
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| From the White House to the alleys
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| From the president down to Long Tall Sally
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| Can’t live with it, but you’d die without it
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| Yes, you would
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| Señorita's in the kitchen, she’s a fistful of dynamite
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| You call 911, but you can’t stop the fun tonight, it’s alright
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| You can’t start a fire without a spark
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| But there’s somethin' that I guarantee
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| You can’t hide when infection starts
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| Because love is a social disease
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| Love is a social disease
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| Where you look, you can find it
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| Try to run, but you’re always behind it
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| So you play hide-and-seek like a blind kid
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| 'Til you’re caught, yeah, you’re caught
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| So you’ll say, hey, that you had some
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| But they took it and held it for ransom
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| Were they tall, dark, skinny, or handsome?
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| You won’t talk, nah |