| When I first met you on the roof
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| You cought me in your web of youth
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| But now I know the wicked truth
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| It’s much to late so what’s the use in fighting?
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| You peel me like an onion skin
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| And wonder at the state I’m in One day you’ll turn up to begin
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| And find there’s nothing left but innuendo
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| Beside you others fade away
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| Like Amateurs in love’s charade
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| Much more than just a game you play
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| These certain rules become a way of living
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| Night after night I try to prove
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| That I can resist you
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| Tied up inside your Love Voodoo
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| Designed to Manipulate
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| The Queen of sensuality
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| You shelter me from Liberty
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| It’s nothing short of Piracy
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| That’s not to say it doesn’t please me sometimes.
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| Now this may come as no surprise
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| But I’m content to compromise
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| Until the day you realize
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| That I have been manipulating you
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| Night after night I try to prove
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| That I can resist you
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| Tied up inside your Love Voodoo
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| Designed to Manipulate
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| MID
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| Yes, I’m tied up inside your loving
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| But it’s voodoo to me Everynight how I try
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| How I try to resist you
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| But it’s no good to me Night after night I try to prove
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| That I can resist you
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| Tied up inside your Love Voodoo
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| Designed to Manipulate
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| Night after night I try to prove
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| That I can resist you
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| Tied up inside your Love Voodoo
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| Designed to Manipulate |