| You stick to me when I wish you gone
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| You hammer on my thoughts through dreams
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| Your plot is thick with saucy schemes
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| And ways to reach my balconies
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| But I say I’m not turned on by the way you look
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| I say I’m not turned on by the way you act
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| I’m not turned on when you tell me that you need me
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| But sometimes, just sometimes
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| You can see the softness in my eyes
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| And you know, It’s just not true
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| You’re in my blood, a Holy Ghost
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| I scream, but it’s a hollow plea
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| The thoughts I swallow leave me thirsty
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| You do a very fine imitation of me
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| And I say I’m not turned on by the way you laugh
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| I’m not turned on by the way you smile
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| I’m not turned on when you tell me that you love me
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| But sometimes, just sometimes
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| You can see the softness in my eyes
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| And you know, it’s just not true
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| And I say I’m not turned on by the way you dance
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| I’m not turned on my the way you laugh
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| I’m not turned on when you need me
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| But sometimes, just sometimes
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| You can see the softness in my eyes
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| And you know, it’s just not true |