| You know when it’s twelve o’clock in Soho, baby
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| It’s gin o’clock where I’ll wake up, I don’t know
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| And I think about you though everywhere I go
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| And I’ve done everything and I’ve been everywhere, you know
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| I’ve been fed gold
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| By sweet fools in Abu Dhabi
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| And I danced real slow
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| With Rockettes on dodgy Molly
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| But I’ve had no love like your love
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| Ooh from nobody
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| I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint
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| I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave
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| But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love
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| Honey, when you warm the bed on Wednesday
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| It’s suicide Tuesday back in LA
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| If I had the choice between hearing either noise
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| The excitement of a thousand or the soothing of your voice
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| At first chance
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| I’d take the bed warmed by the body
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| I once warmed my hands
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| Over a burning Maserati
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| But I’ve had no love like your love
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| From nobody
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| I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint
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| I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave
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| But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love
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| And on the other side, why should we deny the truth?
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| We could have less to worry about, honey, I won’t lie to you
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| But everything I do I’ve had no love like your love |