| You can run me up a belt
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| You can roll me on a dice
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| Can’t say what I’m thinking
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| If I think it might be twice
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| But I tell you for sure
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| Got no head for figures but yours
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| Doesn’t mean that in your hands
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| I’m as awkward as can be
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| Doesn’t mean your eyes
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| Are the eyes I long to see
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| But I tell you for sure
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| Got no head for figures but yours
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| I’m stating my position
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| And to make it clear
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| There’s this little spray I need
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| Nothing too dramatic
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| Does one of the
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| It can lead to feeling cold
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| It can burn you when it’s hot
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| Have you doubting Thomas
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| When he’s certain that he’s not
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| But I tell you for sure
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| Got no head for figures but yours
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| Run your fingers through my hair
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| Run a mile if you can flee
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| Run it by whoever, by whoever that might be
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| But I tell you for sure
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| Got no head for figures but yours
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| overzealous
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| Comment on their lines
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| Women might regard untrue
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| But show me any woman
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| That figures are important to
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| You can read me
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| That’s a riot to
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| Don’t know why in summer
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| It’s in summer now it’s cold
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| But I tell you for sure
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| Got no head for figures but yours
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| Got no head for figures but yours
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| I got no head for figures but yours
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| He’s got no head for figures but yours |