| We met, we smiled
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| I put my arm around you
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| The camera flashed and it was over
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| My face was flushed
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| You turned and walked away
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| But in my pocket was your number
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| And I’m thinking
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| Who’s that girl who smiles and hides at the same time
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| I really think she’s got issues
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| The way she looks at me I can tell what a kiss brings
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| And if I taste her pain is that a crime
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| That night
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| We’re upstairs in my room
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| I’m trying to ply you
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| With champagne and caviar
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| But you just wrinkle up your face
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| Won’t get off second base
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| I’m trippin' on how strong you are
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| Oh my toes start dancing when you kiss me
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| You pull me down and I like it
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| Then my head explodes and I know something’s hit me
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| You make me want to be bad… yeah
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| I am a monkey behind glass
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| Turn on the lights have a laugh
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| Get up you filthy thing and dance
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| And you would come across the sea
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| Give me kisses that would speak
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| Of your seven lonely oceans
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| Who are you to smile and hide at the same time
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| I really like your issues
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| The way you look at me I can tell what a kiss brings
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| You make me want to be bad… yeah |