| Head in my lap, cheeks starting to blush
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| Got a girl warm to the touch
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| Five to twelve lost in a song
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| Keep your guard low and down
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| So let the tears fall down your chin
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| Taste like sin, cinnamon
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| So let the tears fall down your chin
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| Taste like sin, cinnamon
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| You know
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| Catch your breath, keep it under control
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| Take your time, take it slow
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| A lost cause, a lost soul
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| More and more, I’m losing my form
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| So let the sun kiss your skin
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| Taste like sin, cinnamon
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| So let the sun kiss your skin
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| Taste like sin, cinnamon
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| You know
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| All we are, my love, is unremarkable
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| I can hear you through the stall, don’t you go and take it all
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| I can hear you through the stall, don’t you go and take it all |