| Back then,
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| Then I was just a school boy,
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| I’d take the train to Illinois,
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| And I would find a small joy.
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| Lips part,
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| And vinyl makes the hips swing,
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| The boys can’t loose their feeling,
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| Their bodies melt in shuffling.
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| Drag love
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| It’s just the x and y, love
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| And you’re the boy I choose to love
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| You’re the boy I choose to love
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| Drag love
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| It’s just the x and y, love
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| And you’re the boy I choose to love
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| You’re the boy I choose to love
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| Perfume,
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| A smoke for you to pass through,
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| Before the neon raises you,
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| It blurs the pink into the blue.
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| Knees quake,
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| And sheltered from the rain,
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| You pass the woman face to face,
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| And wonder why things had to change.
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| Drag love
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| It’s just the x and y, love
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| And you’re the boy I choose to love
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| You’re the boy I choose to love
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| Drag love
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| it’s just the x and y, love
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| and you’re the boy I choose to love
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| You’re the boy I choose to love
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| Drag love
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| it’s just the x and y, love
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| and you’re the boy I choose to love
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| You’re the boy I choose to love
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| Oh, drag love
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| it’s just the x and y, love
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| and you’re the boy I choose to love
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| You’re the boy I choose to love |