| You make it hard not to fall
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| Buckle my knees, elbows, and all
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| Broken to puzzles made up of socks and pants
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| No, I don’t think I ever stood a chance
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| Up against you
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| You make it hard not to fall
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| Farther than an apple to the orchard floor
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| I am the one who landed well off of the tree
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| You are the fruit that turned out to be too tough for me
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| To bite into
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| But
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| I, I want to let go
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| I, I don’t know if you’re so bold but
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| I, I am scared but I am piping hot for your love
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| If you want me, you are hired
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| Taboo, taboo, taboo
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| Taboo, taboo, taboo
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| You make it hard not to shout
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| But the mister and the missus, they might figure us out
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| Then told to measure against what I felt
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| Imagination’s somethin' I could do without
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| All right
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| I, I want to let go
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| I, I don’t know if you’re so bold but
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| I, I am scared but I am piping hot for your love
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| If you want me, you are hired
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| Taboo, taboo, taboo
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| Taboo, taboo, taboo
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| You make it hard not to fall
|
| Farther than an apple to the orchard floor
|
| I am the one that landed well off of the tree
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| Are are the fruit, so ripe, and so forbidden to me
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| But
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| I, I want to let go
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| I, I don’t know if you’re so bold but
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| I, I am scared but I am piping hot for your love
|
| If you want me, you are hired
|
| Taboo, taboo
|
| If you want me, you are hired
|
| Taboo, taboo, taboo
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| Taboo, taboo, taboo
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| Taboo, taboo, taboo |