| The gentle art of conversation
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| Is deader than the Dead Sea Scrolls
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| We’ve become the weakest kind of nation
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| We’re uncommunicating souls
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| No one talks, no one talks
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| It’s something we seldom ever do
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| No one talks, no one talks
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| No one talks but you
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| Let’s make love
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| Here we sit and we chatter
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| What are we thinking of?
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| Let’s not make with the patter, baby
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| Let’s make love
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| If you roar like a lion
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| I could coo like a dove
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| If you’re sold, begin buying, babe
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| Let’s make love
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| Gosh, it’s hot
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| No, don’t turn TV on
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| Instead just turn me on
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| I light up like neon
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| Just a tiny section of your affection
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| In my direction will do, ohh
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| You just love my embraces
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| 'Cause they’ll fit like a glove
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| We’ll be off to the races maybe
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| Kiss me, baby
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| Let’s make love
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| Don’t just lay there
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| Honey, do something
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| Don’t just contemplate me
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| Prove that you don’t hate me
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| Come on, osculate me
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| Maybe moonlight trips with me
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| Come to grips with me
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| Lips to lips with me, do
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| You just love my embraces
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| 'Cause they’ll fit like a glove
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| We could get down to paces maybe
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| Kiss me, baby
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| Let’s make love
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| My oh my but it’s warm here
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| I sure wore a tight collar
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| Do you know a good doctor?
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| Let’s make love |