| Now there’s newsprint all over your face
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| Well maybe that’s why I can read you like a book
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| Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite
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| I go and lose my appetite
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| Look at the men that you’d call uncle
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| They’d like to sink their teeth into you
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| For the pride and the pleasure
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| And the privilege of having you
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| If I say you’re the one do you think that I’m serious
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| You get that kind of talk from older men
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| If I say I love you then I must be delirious
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| So why are you trying to put my temperature up again
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| Look at the men that you’d call uncle
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| Having a heart attack 'round your ankles
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| When you wake up with X-rated eyes
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| When you wake up still shaking
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| How can I apologize
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| As you check your effects and check your reflection
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| I’m so affected in the face of your affection
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| Look at the men that you’d call uncle
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| Having a heart attack 'round your ankles
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| I could swear, I could promise that I’ll always be true to you
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| But we may not live to be so old
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| I could even say I’m going to do something new to you
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| Now the girls I see just leave me cold
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| Look at the men that you’d call uncle
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| Look at the men that you’d call uncle
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| Look at the men that you’d call uncle |