| I’ll take you to my sister
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| And I’ll put her in your hand
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| You see these two lips of mine
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| And you just might understand
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| And I’ll speak for you slowly, hey
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| I know that you got high babe
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| On your way through the day
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| Well if you’re hoping for a free ride
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| Hell there’s room in mine
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| And if you’re searching for a devil
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| We can take our time
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| I wear the wings of the bird now
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| I drag them on the floor
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| And you’re kissing me like a kitty cat
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| Electricity in your fur
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| And you hear a baby crying in the other room
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| And I got a black eye too
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| But they’re not from you
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| Well if you’re hoping for a free ride
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| Hell there’s room in mine
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| And if you’re searching for a devil
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| We can take our time
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| Well if you’re hoping for a free ride
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| Hell there’s room in mine
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| And we can love for the sake of the little one
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| And his hazel eyes
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| And if I only have a moment left
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| In this whole life
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| I’ll take the bread of the fairytale
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| And I’ll spill his wine |