| Baby
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| Ooo baby
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| baby, baby
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| ooo um baby
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| oh baby
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| We need to um talk about where
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| We’re taking this thing.
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| How far we’re gonna let this go.
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| We’ve been here before.
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| Its getting late.
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| It’s getting late.
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| Why you gotta be here?
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| Beside me.
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| Watching, needing, wanting me.
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| I’m afraid, (Don't Be)
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| I’m afraid, (Don't Be)
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| I’m so scared that you’ll hurt me, twice.
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| Baby, oh baby baby baby
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| Listen, I’ve already been thinking about you on my mind.
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| Far too often for you,
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| To be here at this time
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| You see, one hands on nine and the other’s on my thigh.
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| Look, I already played with the idea of you
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| Being here in the mornin
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| And the position for the crack of dawn
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| And the conversation before the yawning
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| But aah, it’s getting late.
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| It’s getting late.
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| Why you gotta be here?
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| Beside me.
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| Watching, needing, wanting me.
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| But I’m afraid, (you say) don’t be.
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| But I’m afraid, (you say) don’t be.
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| I’m so scared that you’ll hurt me twice.
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| Oh Baby baby baby
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| How’s about I let you touch the space.
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| That you left behind,
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| The day that you stop smiling
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| The day that the tears started falling
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| But now were talking, touching
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| Almost making sensual again
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| We can taste the familiar,
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| Cause, the family hour supports it.
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| Of this moment, but was led by the movements cause ah
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| It’s getting late.
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| It’s getting late.
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| Why you gotta be here?
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| Beside me.
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| Watching, needing, wanting me.
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| But I’m afraid, (you say) don’t be.
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| But I’m afraid, (you say) don’t be.
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| I’m so scared that you’ll hurt me twice.
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| Oh Baby baby baby
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| Oh baby twice baby baby.
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| I see the memories we replayed
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| Same space face bodies
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| I know there’s a method to your manliness
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| but ah I’m a afraid
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| It’s getting late.
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| Why you gotta be here?
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| Beside me.
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| Watching, needing, wanting me.
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| But I’m afraid, you say don’t be.
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| But I’m afraid, and you say don’t be.
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| I’m afraid that you’ll gonna hurt me baby, baby twice baby
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| I see the memories replayed, same space, same place
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| Same bodies baby I know this method to your manliness
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| But I’m afraid, babe
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| I see the memories replayed, same space, same place
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| Same bodies baby I know this method to your manliness
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| But I’m afraid, baby |