| Is a natural refraction, yr affection
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| Say it ain’t so, you got the dough
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| You’ve got the looks, I’ve got the hooks
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| It’s the difference between will and yr passion
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| In the future, it’ll never happen
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| I’ll never die, you’ll never lie
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| Oh my my, oh my my
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| [Stwaberry milk was a fantasy
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| Livin' at the top of the open tree
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| Nobody around just you and me
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| Looking as far as we could be]
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| Woke up next day, the attraction was armed
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| Said, «I'm not a feminist I’m a boy who’s been wrong»
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| «Partly in such,» he said with a flare
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| «I'm gonna sit here, and watch you bare.
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| I must be fair, I’m so complex, do nothing but weep
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| And shuffle my feet, until you’ve fallen in love with my cheek»
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| Turned down his heel and ambled away |