| Well it’s a source of speculation
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| Mornin' noon and night
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| 'Bout who is and who ain’t
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| Which way’s wrong or right
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| I’d describe the feelin' but shoot
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| I don’t have a clue
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| And if the truth were known darlin'
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| Well neither do you
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| For a long time now
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| I’ve been tryin' to figure out this whole rigamarole
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| And you know it seems to me
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| There ain’t nothing nowhere that’s been written in stone
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| About the how or why love can turn a body upside down
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| It’s all mud and guts and bar-b-que sauce
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| And finger painting the town
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| Well
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| It’s the strongest attraction in the universe
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| Ain’t nothin' better baby ain’t nothin' worse
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| Study after study, nobody understands
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| The gravitational pull between a woman and a man
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| It’ll lift you up and knock you down
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| And take away your common sense
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| It’ll plant your feet on the ground
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| And fill your heart as a consequence
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| And her words will make you thirsty
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| For a drink from her deep well
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| And his tears are gonna burn you like hot lava
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| And make you feel like hell
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| So girl when it comes to you and me
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| And the kind of love we fell in
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| Well I don’t want no Betty Crocker
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| Without just a dash of Mae West thrown in
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| I want to go outside and dance with you
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| Barefooted in the pouring rain
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| With the lightening crashing all around
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| And people saying we’ve gone insane |