| In my bedroom there are books on architecture
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| Bury myself in them listening to records
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| In the springtime we will all be graduated
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| Parents wonder why I haven’t started dating
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Way down low but I got somebody to love
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| Mother took me to the daughter of a pastor
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| Hoping girls and god would make my heart beat faster
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| Sundays we’d drop acid talk about the weather
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| Til you took my hands said «I aint what you’re after»
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Way down low but I got somebody to love
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| And mother cried, father took a long walk
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| Hasn’t let his eyes meet mine he barely talks
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| And I am scared, scared of introductions
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| Scared of repercussions, and discussions in the dark
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| But you are strong, I turn you on and take it easy
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| Ooh, when all you got is gone
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| Ooh, thank you for your song
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| Like a good day at the races make it right
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Way down low but I got somebody to love
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| Ooh, I’m way down low
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| But I got somebody to |