| No need to whine, boy
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| Like a windup toy
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| You stutter at my feet
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| And it’s never the time, boy
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| You’ve had too much wine to Stumble up my street
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| Well it’s isn’t a problem
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| Nothing we can’t keep between the sheets
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| Tell me you’re mine, love
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| And I will not wait for other bedtime treats
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| Is it something you lack
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| When i’m flat on my back
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| Is it something that i can do for you?
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| It’s always something you hate
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| Or it’s something you ate
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| Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
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| Have you found a new mate
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| And is she really great
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| Is it just that I’m much too much for you?
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| Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh!
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| Don’t feed me a line, boy
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| I can hear that voice you use upon the phone
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| And there’s no need to be coy
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| That is something you can do upon your own
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| Well it isn’t a problem
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| Nothing we can’t solve so just relax
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| Am I on the wrong train love
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| And will I have to tie you to the tracks
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| Is it something you lack
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| When i’m flat on my back
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| Is it something that i can do for you?
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| It’s always something you hate
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| Or it’s something you ate
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| Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
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| Have you found a new mate
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| Snd is she really great
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| Is it just that i’m much too much for you?
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| Uh-uh-oh-whoa-oh-ah!
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| I really want you to whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-ah!
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| I really want you to whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-ahhhh! |