| Oh God of Love, if there is one
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| you got me pinned so I tapped your arm
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| I slapped the floor, I tried to tag out
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| but I got no team, makes me sad I don’t
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| I’m the jealous kind, I don’t need to prove it to you
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| yeah I can be an angry woman
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| I can look right through you
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| what do I have to do
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| get on my hands and knees
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| what do I have to do
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| buy a rosary
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| Oh what do you need from me
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| why won’t you tell me please
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| oh God of Love
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| Give me a fine prince
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| won’t you lock me down
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| savage my innocence
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| give me hands to hold
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| give me skin to taste
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| give him my hips to throw
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| and I’ll give him my time to waste
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| I’ll do you right
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| and I’ll praise your name
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| I’ll pay your tab
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| even though you drive me crazy
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| what do I have to do
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| get on my hands and knees
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| what do I have to do
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| buy a rosary
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| Oh what do you need from me
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| oh won’t you tell me please
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| did you bury it
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| cause you thought I wasn’t ready yet
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| And my apology for turning lovers into enemies
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| Oh even score
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| could I ever ask for more
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| and is what I’ve got what I’ve been waiting for
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| cause I feel confused
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| feel like a train wreck
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| like all the flowers died
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| and it ain’t winter yet
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| I’m the quiet kind and I am a solemn soul
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| so won’t you help me stand and pay my toll
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| what do I have to do
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| get on my hands and knees
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| what do I have to do
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| buy a rosary
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| Oh what do you need from me
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| oh won’t you tell me, tell me please
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| won’t you tell me please |