| The kisses that put you out of business
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| And left me with the dishes
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| I’m feeling like the misses have never been recoded
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| That wine is not even Texas' finest
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| I think it’s only natural, your highness
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| To speak about the zoning
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| I feel I’m signed into the counter-revolution
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| Some kind of mission, regaining my way
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| You tell me the secrets of love
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| You can keep the secret of love
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| It’s better than a hit
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| And you don’t have to wait for it
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| The ogre who told you it was over
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| Is revin' up his motor and gettin' out the sofa
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| Burnin' from your idleness
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| Emphatic, in fact it’s automatic
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| I think it’s only natural, you’re static
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| Will summon up my courage
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| I can’t imagine there’s a ready made ablution
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| My contribution, a slap on the wrist
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| You can keep the secret of love
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| You don’t need the secrets of love
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| You can keep the secret of love
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| You don’t need a secret of love
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| It’s better than a hit
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| You don’t have to wait for it
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| It’s better than a hit
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| You don’t have to wait for it
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| It’s better than a hit
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| You don’t have to wait for it
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| (Yeah yeah yeah)
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| It’s better than a hit |