| The first time you looked
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| At her curves you were hooked
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| And the glances you took, took hold of you
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| And demanded that you stay
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| And sunk in their teeth
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| Bit you hard and released
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| Such a charge that you need
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| Another touch, another taste, another fix
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| She just might get you lost
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| And she just might leave you torn
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| But she just might save your soul
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| If she gets you and she gets you any closer
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| And she leads you up
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| Points out skylines and stars
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| Steeplechases and bars and took your keys
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| And demanded that you stay
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| The city longs well for rooftops and invitations
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| All lace and secret places
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| She moves you to touch with her hands
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| And she just might get you lost
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| (She just might get you lost)
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| And she just might leave you torn
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| (She just might leave you torn)
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| But she just might save your soul
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| If she gets you and she gets you any closer
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| Under the cool sheet where the welcome touch
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| Of skin and skin will meet
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| Hot on the inside, where the girl’s prize
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| Is at the tip of your tongue
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| Where every move and each impulse
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| Brings clarity
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| To stay like this is everything
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| You’ll ever need
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| She just might get you lost
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| And she just might leave you torn
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| But she just might save your soul
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| If she gets you any closer
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| And she just might get you lost
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| (She just might get you lost)
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| And she just might leave you torn
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| (She just might leave you torn)
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| But she just might save your soul
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| If she gets you any closer
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| (If she gets you any closer)
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| And she just might get you lost
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| (She just might get you lost)
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| And she just might leave you torn
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| (She just might leave you torn)
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| But she just might save your soul
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| If she gets you any closer
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| Can you believe your eyes? |