| Normal is the new weird
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| Lights turned down low
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| The bodies rendezvous
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| And even light can’t escape the ugly side of love
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| Somehow the message never got to you
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| I was a naughty little boy watching you
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| (Flip your hair like a movie star)
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| And I would live underneath your shoe
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| (If U R Who U Say U R)
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| Inhibitions melt like an ice-cream cone
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| All the conversations that you’ve had alone
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| If you want sympathy, well you’re out of luck
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| Because the bedroom is the worst place people can fuck
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| I was a naughty little boy watching you
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| (Flip your hair like a movie star)
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| And I will live underneath your shoe
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| (If U R Who U Say U R)
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| And you are
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| And you are
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| And you are
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| A poor choice of words, it can break any body
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| As cheese gives us curds, so it goes with your body
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| I’ll lower the lights down low
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| And order take-away to go
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| Further away from the big reveal
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| My poor heart gets tenderized like veal
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| And you’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me
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| You’re just being everything that you were meant to be
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| Leave every consequence behind
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| (Run the lights in your fancy car)
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| Erasing any doubt in my mind
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| (That U R Who U Say U R)
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| And you are
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| And you are
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| And you are
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| Oh!
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| Oh!
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| Oh! |