| Look in my eyes
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| My pupils are shot, I’m runnin' fever
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| Taken to drink
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| And whatever you’ve got, I can’t believe it
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| Masquerade ace in Hollywood hair
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| You’ve got my brains fried
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| Watchin' you move, having you near
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| I just can’t breathe right
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| But, oh, why should I have a reason?
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| Why hide it, can’t fight it
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| No longer got control
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| Ooh, yeah, she shakes me
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| Can’t take it no more
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| She shakes me
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| Built to ride, a cruiser that glides
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| She’s just a woman
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| The look in her eye, the sound of a sigh
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| She loves a warm gun
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| But, oh, why should she have a reason?
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| Why hide it, can’t fight it
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| No longer got control
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| Ooh, yeah, she shakes me
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| Can’t take it no more
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| She shakes me, yeah
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| She’s mine and she really gets me off
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| So fine and she really gets me off
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| She shakes me
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| Can’t take it no more
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| She shakes me
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| But, oh, we don’t need no reason
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| Why hide it, can’t fight it
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| No longer got control she shakes me
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| Ooh, yeah, she shakes me
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| Can’t take it no more
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| She shakes me
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| S-s-shakes me |