| When the lovebug bites you don’t know where to scratch
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| It keeps right on a biting 'til it begins to hatch
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| It makes the old feel young and the poor feel rich
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| It’s just a little thing that’s called the lovebug itch
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| Oh the day I held my baby on my knee
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| Along came the lovebug and took a bite of me
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| I put my arms around her, tied a lovers hitch
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| I tingled and I knew I had the lovebug itch
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| Oh I love her lips and I love 'em close to mine
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| I love 'em 'cause they taste like a drop of cherry wine
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| I’m gonna stick to her just as if she’s glue
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| I’m itching for her, I know she’s itching too
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| Oh my pulse beats fast my fever starts to rise
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| My heart goes pitty-pat when I look into her eyes
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| I break out in a sweat and I begin to twitch
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| There ain’t no vaccination for the lovebug itch
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| When the lovebug bites you don’t know where to scratch
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| It keeps right on a biting 'til it begins to hatch
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| It makes the old feel young and the poor feel rich
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| It’s just a little thing that’s called the lovebug itch |