| It’s the rite of spring that tries
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| Adjust your dreams to months
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| And makes you more of greed
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| Than your wailing sea
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| But tell me who, who does it like that?
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| To let me in, and talk about this
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| And talk love, and let you down
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| You’ve been insane to come around
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| Now that I’ve got that good
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| Baby, and others just would
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| I’m a bit older, the feelings got bolder
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| I’m getting horny tonight
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| Cuz I can be someone in no-one's eyes
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| That’s the kind of surprise I’m like
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| And who does it like that?
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| To be the bad and let you down
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| You’ve been a saint for coming back
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| You need a path, I’ll help you out
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| You tell me, who does it like that?
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| To keep you anyhow
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| Tell me who’s disgusting and true
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| Keeps you anyhow
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| God loves me, I’ll have to live surely
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| If one thing defines, then it’s this right now
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| O, Shudder!
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| I’ve been so deserving and kind
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| You could be with someone who’s got better pride
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| Could it be me? |
| Oh, yeah! |
| Look at me!
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| Give me the drips, I will see, I will see |