There's something about her that drives me crazy
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That drives me crazy
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Without realizing it makes me another person
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I don't know myself anymore
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It will be because of that body of yours
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of perfect curves
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That provokes me, makes me jealous, kills me
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And it makes me lose myself.
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There is something in her new, different,
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yours and dangerous
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Her eyes will be two black abysses
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that have no background
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It will be the perfume that when walking gives off
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Of your silky skin
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It will be my mind that does not understand it
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but he wants her
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There is something in her that gives me life
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that I have not discovered
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But she doesn't matter to me
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There is something about her that makes her different
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And that you prefer it among the others.
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I don't even know where she comes from
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I don't know where she goes
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I know when she's not around me
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All things go wrong.
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There's something about her that's like a bite
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sweet and dangerous
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That you barely taste, you want to repeat it
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And she always knows little
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Then she catches you and has the same effect
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What a new drug
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That she hurts you, blinds you, kills you
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But you never leave.
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There is something in her that gives me life
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that I have not discovered
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But she doesn't matter to me
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There is something about her that makes her different
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And that you prefer it among the others.
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I don't even know where it comes from
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I don't know where it's going
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I know when she's not around me
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All things go wrong. |