| You always ask for flowers and candy, baby,
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| never knowing I was your chocolate rose.
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| You always tell me that you like what I’m wearing,
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| but you think I look better here without any clothes.
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| Get out of my head. |
| Show me your heart.
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| Get out of my head. |
| Show me your heart.
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| You play a game of attack and surrender.
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| Always leaving me halfway there.
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| Well I’ve got something that you should remember.
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| Until you draw blood, baby, nobody cares.
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| Get out of my head. |
| Show me your heart.
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| Get out of my head. |
| Show me your heart.
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| Sometimes I’d swear you were from Venus, now, oh.
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| If I didn’t already know your type.
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| You’d rather tell me you’re an angel, darling,
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| then show me by floating gracefully by.
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| Get out of my head. |
| Show me your heart.
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| Get out of my head, oh. |
| And, show me your heart.
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| Get out, get out, get out of my head.
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| Yeah, and show me your heart.
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| Show me your, oh.
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| Get out of my head. |
| And, show me your heart. |