She says
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It helps with the lights out
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Her rabid glow
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Is like braille to the night
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She swears
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I'm a slave to the details
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But if your life is such a big joke
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Why should I care?
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The clock is set for nine
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But you know you're gonna make it eight
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So that you two can take some time
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Teach each other to reciprocate
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She feels that my sentimental side
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Should be held with kids gloves
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But she doesn't know
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That I left my urge in the icebox
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She swears
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I'm just prey for the female
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Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes
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'Cause I like to get hooked
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The clock is set for nine
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But you know you're gonna make it eight
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All the people that you've loved
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They're all bound to leave some keepsakes
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I've been swinging all the time
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Think it's time I learned your way
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I picture you and me together
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In the jungle it will be okay
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I'll bring you when my lifeboat
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Sails through the night
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That is supposing that
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You don't sleep tonight
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It's like learning a new language
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Helps me catch up on my mind
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If you don't bring up those lonely parts
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This could be a good time
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It's like learning a new language
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You come here to me
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We'll collect those lonely parts
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And set them down
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You come here to me
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She says brief things
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Her love's a pony
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My love's subliminal
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She says brief things
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Her love's a pony
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My love's subliminal |