| In the morning
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| That’s when she wants me
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| I wanna leave but
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| She’s taunting
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| I could be burning
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| With no exit
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| Still couldn’t leave cause
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| She’s got me
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| She knows my weakness
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| And she’s an artist
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| It’s scary scary scary scary
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| But I think I like it
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| I think I like it
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| It’s scary scary scary scary
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| But I think I like it
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| I think I like it
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| In the morning
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| She ain’t waiting
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| To get her hands dirty
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| The walls are painted
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| With both our bodies
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| It’s a masterpiece
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| The love we’re making
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| And she knows it
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| And she’s an artist
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| It’s scary scary scary scary
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| But I think I like it
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| I think I like it
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| It’s scary scary scary scary
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| But I think I like it
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| I think I like it
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| She gives me a reason to ignore my phone
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| Let it all go straight to voicemail
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| She’s got the love
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| She’s got the love
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| She’s got the love I want
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| Crack of dawn
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| Got some things to do
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| On the clock
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| I never stop oh I never ever stop no
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| Chaka khan
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| Oh she’s' got that love
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| Got that love
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| I unmade this bed
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| Well I gotta lay in it now
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| In the morning
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| But I think I like it
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| I think I like it
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| In the morning
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| But I think I like it
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| I think I like it |