| You’d bet your bottom dollar
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| Illuminated eyes
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| Ain’t they far too bright
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| To ever look inside
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| And wish you’ll make him come true
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| Things that you’ll do
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| I bet she’s the key to a place he’s only dreamed of
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| And it’s way too hard to find
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| If it pries
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| He’s best to lock himself inside
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| And why
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| Like she’s heading to a ball
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| Impressive to the seam
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| She screams
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| «They'll never catch me
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| 'Cause I’m way too far to find»
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| When his hands went up her thigh
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| I bet he’d love to think, «She's mine»
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| Debutante doom
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| Invites us to lose
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| Vivacious sweetheart
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| One day, they’ll stop loving you
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| My fiendish type delight
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| A wicked one to bite
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| Even more miserable to climb
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| Dismay you provoke
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| Provide some excitement
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| I bet she’s the key to a place he’s only dreamed of
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| And a wondrous disguise
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| She’s one to burn
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| But he’s curious to learn
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| And why
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| Like she’s heading to a ball
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| Impressive to the seam
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| She screams
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| «They'll never catch me
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| 'Cause I’m way too far to find»
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| When his hand went up her thigh
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| I bet he’d love to think, «She's mine»
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| (Why)
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| Like she’s got somewhere to be
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| Dress above her fingertips
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| She screams
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| «You'll never get me
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| 'Cause I’m way too far to find»
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| When his hand went up her thigh
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| Oh, how he’d love to say, «She's mine»
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| 'Cause he’s got something to prove
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| He’d wear you on his fingertips, it’s true
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| You’d bet your bottom dollar
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| 'Cause he’s way too far this time
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| And his hands went up her thigh
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| I bet he’d love to say, «She's mine» |