| She’s my little orthodontist girl
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| Living in a sterile world
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Backlit rubber glove, paper mask love
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| She’s my little ortho girl
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Your eyes
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| Like two drinks of water and I’m thirsty baby
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| I dream about what your mouth looks like
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| You must have perfect teeth
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| With your mask on, your lips
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| Well they could be big or they could be small
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| Well I don’t care at all
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| And I can’t talk 'cause the doctor’s doing something in my mouth
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| She’s my little orthodontist girl
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| Living in a sterile world
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Backlit rubber glove, paper mask love
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| She’s my little ortho girl
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Your hand in my mouth holding that tiny vacuum thingy
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| I hope my tongue doesn’t accidentally touch your fingers
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| 'Cause that would be weird
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| («I'm sorry 'bout that, sir»)
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| («That's okay»)
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| Yet with your glove on, it’s like you’re inside me
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| Yeah, that turns me on
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| Ooh, that turns me on
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| She’s my little orthodontist girl
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| Living in a sterile world
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Backlit rubber glove, paper mask love
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| She’s my little ortho girl
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh |