| My sweet etcetera, my finest work
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| Is when I undress you and your heart’s the perfect verse
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| Singing between the parentheses of your shoulders
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| You’re my reason for falling
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| (Slightly)
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| Short of my calling
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| (Nightly)
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| And I’m gonna make you my sweet excuse.
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| So, come on, please, would you be my masterpiece
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| So that I can believe my best work is done?
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| Come on, please, would you be my masterpiece
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| So I can stop tryin' to be great and believe that I’ve won?
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| I don’t mean to upset you.
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| I was a better man back when I met you.
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| Now, every night is my last night of obscurity
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| The talent of your skin slays me.
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| You’re my reason for falling
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| (Slightly)
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| Short of my calling
|
| (Nightly)
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| And I’m gonna make you my sweet excuse
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| So, come on, please, would you be my masterpiece
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| So that I can believe my best work is done?
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| Come on, please, would you be my masterpiece
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| So I can stop tryin' to be great and believe that I’ve won?
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| In between what you make and who you are
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| There’s a place where the tear down starts
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| If I had to stand up and choose
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| I could only save one of you
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| So, come on, please, would you be my masterpiece
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| So I that I can believe my best work is done?
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| Come on, please, would you be my masterpiece
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| So I can stop tryin' to be great and believe that I’ve won?
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| My sweet etcetera, my finest work is when I undress you |