| I wouldn’t even talk to you
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| Call me on a Sunday night
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| I wouldn’t even talk
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| But you got that kinda voice I like
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| So if you give it up, so long
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| You can call me anytime you want
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| I know it’s wrong
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| But you could call me noon until the dawn
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| Anytime at all
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| But I won’t be waiting for a call, I’ll be…
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| Givin' it up
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| Now I
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| I wouldn’t even talk to you
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| You called me Abraham
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| You’re a beautiful girl
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| But you got to call me Starlite now
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| Now all my friends, my very best friends
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| They call me
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| Well, I guess they call me Abraham
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| When they fuck up
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| But all the beautiful girls
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| They call me Starlite now
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| So guess what, bitch
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| You can call me Francis (Francis!)
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| You can call me anything you want (Starlite!)
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| You could call me noon until the dawn
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| Baby (Francis!)
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| Anything you like (Starlite!)
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| Noon until the night
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| And I’ll be
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| Givin' it up
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| Six days ago
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| Called me on the telephone
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| You said, «You made me promise
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| A long time ago…» |