| He stands in the doorway, his hands upon his hips
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| She stands by the punch bowl, a sweet smile on her lips
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| He slowly walks up to her, she reaches out for him
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| It’s almost like some magnet is pulling both of them
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| And he says… and she says…
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| Silent partners, they don’t say a word
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| She is the adjective and he is the verb
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| They speak with their bodies and they talk with their eyes
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| They don’t make no promises, so they don’t tell no lies
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| Silent partners, silent partners
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| Later in their love nest, at half-past ecstasy
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| They cling to each other and lie there silently
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| She would like to tell him what she feels in her heart
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| And he would like to share his soul
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| But don’t know where to start
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| So he says… and she says…
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| Silent partners, they don’t say a word
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| She is the adjective and he is the verb
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| They speak with their bodies and they talk with their eyes
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| They don’t make no promises, so they don’t tell no lies
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| Silent partners, silent partners
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| They speak with their bodies and they talk with their eyes
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| They don’t make no promises, so they don’t tell no lies
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| Silent partners, silent partners
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| Silent partners, silent partners
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| Silent partners |