| Listen to them play our song
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| How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain
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| I hear a buzzin', just like a dozen doorbells
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| Everytime I hear our song
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| I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze
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| Sending a stream to every extremity
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| Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
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| The music’s magic spell
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| Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly
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| Even on a violin
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| How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones
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| I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song
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| Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
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| The music’s magic spell
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| Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly
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| Even on a violin
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| How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones
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| I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song does
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| I love to hear our song 'cause
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| It grooves me so our song |