| Look ahead, on the screen
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| Slim perfect creatures and they’re just 16
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| Their eyes meet, this is it
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| The contact so much more than words can transmit
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| He stands up, she gives in
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| Their first encounter, their embrace within
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| A short ride, they arrive
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| There is no doubt that true love will survive
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| We are the geisha boys
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| Doing it wrong again
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| They are the chosen ones
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| Doing it right
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| Here come the temple girls
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| Looking for sanctuary
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| Naked as advertised
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| For the first time
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| If you turn away from the screen
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| Another version can be seen
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| She is black, and he is white
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| They love each other but they also fight
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| Back from work, she’s not home
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| Another evening angry, all alone
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| She arrives and he departs
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| Misunderstandings, then the breakdown starts
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| Here we are late at night
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| We are both refugees
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| There is no easy way
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| Let it be right
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| Anything’s possible
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| If you can fake it, but
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| The wrong place is anywhere
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| If you’re not right
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| There’s not much that you can do
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| Choose either one of them it could be you
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| The first time could be the only time
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| The odds against you and your hopes decline
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| Do it right, or do it wrong
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| Console yourself that either won’t last long
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| Geisha boys or temple girls
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| Make contact or remain in separate worlds
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| Here we are late at night
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| We are both refugees
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| There is no easy way
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| Let it be right
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| Anything’s possible
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| If you can fake it, but
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| The wrong place is anywhere
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| If you’re not right
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| Here we are late at night
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| We are both refugees
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| There is no easy way
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| Let it be right
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| Anything’s possible
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| If you can fake it, but
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| The wrong place is anywhere
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| If you’re not right |