| Yeah, well, I know it’s the night
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| But have ya gotta beat the daylights out of me?
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| I’m getting so god-damned bruised
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| I’ll soon, I’ll soon be softer than a stoned cherry
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| And when you let your flesh creep over me
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| You know, I don’t know what’s come over me
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| Something about the way ya drool and kiss
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| That makes love, makes love feel nothing like this
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| You tear me up, you grab what’s mine
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| You tear me up, every single time
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| You tear me up, what a hideous crime
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| You tear me up, you’re a bloody swine
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| And all this slurping and sucking
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| You know, it’s putting me off my food
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| You’re noisier than a motorway
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| You’re about two times, you’re about three times as rude
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| You got, you got-got-got such big eyes
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| You make me feel so small
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| My heart is only one mouthful
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| But you, yeah, you, you can have it all
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| You tear me up, you grab what’s mine
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| You tear me up, every single time
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| You tear me up, what a hideous crime
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| You tear me up, you’re a bloody swine
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| You’re just as hard as a pavement
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| And I sure don’t know where my p-passion went
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| You think that maybe I should walk on you
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| You’d make a damn good anesthetic, I’ll say that for you
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| You tear me up, you grab what’s mine
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| You tear me up, every single time
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| You tear me up, what a hideous crime
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| You tear me up, you’re a bloody swine
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| You’re a bloody swine, you’re a bloody swine |