| I put the sun back in your life
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| Made the wrong seem right
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| And that is why you love me
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| You made the beautiful seem plain
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| Leave me sheets to change
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| And that is why I love you
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| I’m naturally red don’t you know
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| Been on TV and once I was up for Vogue
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| Been interviewed by every Tom Dick and Harris
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| Living on the side of Paris
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| I put the moon back in your life
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| Made the future bright
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| And that is why you love me
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| You put the magic in my tricks
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| You’re my morning fix
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| And that is why I love
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| Cos it’s not the way that I wear my hear
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| And I like to sleep in my underwear
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| Could it be the way that I spell my name
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| Could it be my weakness for Michael Caine
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| Expelled from all of the best schools
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| You failed with them but to me you’re no fool
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| You dress yourself in tailored suits and blue addidas
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| Driving sixties Porsche two-seaters
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| I put the sun back in your life
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| Made the wrong seem right
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| And that is why you love me
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| You make a psychopath seem sane
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| When he’s naked in the rain
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| And that is why I love you
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| Cos it’s not the way that you make me laugh
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| When you put my hairdryer in the bath
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| Could it be the way that you love to please
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| When I’ve got your hand wrapped around my knees
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| Cos it’s not the way that I park my car
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| Could it be the fact that I live on Mars
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| Could it be the way that I cut off drugs
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| Could it be I make you a little crazy
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| Yeah |