| You’ll get hooked, you’ll get drugged
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| She’ll be your essence she’ll be your blood
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| And you’ll want her so much but you’ll never get enough
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| And that’s the first rule of love
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| She’ll smell so sweetly in the morning
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| She’ll make you feel so good inside
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| And you’ll want her so much you’ll give everything else up
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| And that’s the first rule of love
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| You’ll grow comfortable together
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| You’ll start to fit like hand and glove
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| And then you’ll start to hate the men she used to dream of
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| And that’s the first rule of love
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| You’ll miss her madly, when you’re apart
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| Love is like gravity holding down your heart
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| You’ll grow envious and bitter
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| She’ll be enquiring and concerned
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| And you’ll feel so close to her but never close enough
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| To get past the first rule of love
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| And with the awkwardness of strangers
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| You will finally give up
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| No exceptions to the first rule of love |