| Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch
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| I am safe, quaint and eloquent
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| But my bottom lip along with the top one too
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| Is chapped and it’s all thanks to you
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| We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss
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| But it never came
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| And we all we our lips to prepare for the kiss
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| It was all a game
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| You have a moan all of your own
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| And I can feel it down to the bone
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| You have a moan all of your own
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| And I can feel it down to the bone
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| The bone
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| You trained these lips when they were champs
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| And now they’re itchin' for a comeback
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| So come back
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| It’s a shame that your claim to fame
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| Hangs on somone else’s name
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| So come back
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| Such a task and this is such a blast
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| And such a task
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| And such a task and this is such a blast
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| And all that jazz
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| You have a moan all of your own
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| And I can feel it down to the bone
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| You have a moan all of your own
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| And I can feel it down to the bone
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| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste
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| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade
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| Be patient
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| Behave
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| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste
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| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade
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| Be patient
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| Behave
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| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste
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| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade
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| Be patient
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| Behave
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| You trained these lips when they were champs
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| And now they’re itchin' for a comeback
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| You have a moan all of your own
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| And I can feel it down to the bone
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| You have a moan all of your own
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| And I can feel it down to the bone
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| (Thanks to Lindsey for these lyrics) |