| I was playin' pinball, drinkin' my last call alone
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| She was leanin' in that doorway lookin' like a sure way home
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| She said, I like the way you handle that machine
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| I’m into playin', if you know what I mean
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| So if you’re tired of mediocrity
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| I bet you I can make you see
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| You ain’t really had the real thing
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| 'Til I get you into my thing
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| There ain’t nothin' left to explain
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| Once you really had the real thing
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| You ain’t really had the real thing
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| 'Til I get you into my thing
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| There ain’t nothin' left to explain
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| Once you really had the real thing
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| I read the look on her face, took her off to my place fast
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| Man, she wasn’t foolin', she could make a good thing last
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| Up all night until the break of dawn
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| She was leavin' I was already gone
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| She whispered call me when you’ve had some rest
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| I closed my eyes and I confessed
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| I ain’t never had the real thing
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| Til' you got me into your thing
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| There ain’t nothin' left to explain
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| Once you really had the real thing
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| I ain’t never had the real thing
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| Til' you got me into your thing
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| There ain’t nothin' left to explain
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| Once you really had the real thing
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| I ain’t never had the real thing
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| Til' you got me into your thing
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| There ain’t nothin' left to explain
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| Once you really had the real thing |