| Talking dirty was my middle name
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| but I went and gone and changed it.
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| But I still love to do them little things
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| try to live a little dangerous.
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| Been on the low but you know
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| I’ve been trying to keep it cool.
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| Ain’t for show just some toes dipping low in the swimming pool.
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| But that’s alright, lose ourselves and track of time
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| I don’t mind, I know you don’t either
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| (I know you don’t either)
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| Don’t worry about a thing love,
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| just listen to the music.
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| You ain’t even gotta sing, love
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| Don’t be afraid to use it.
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| Open up in love, baby
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| and let the sunlight dance right over you
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| Over you
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| It’s the season of the marmalade,
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| but don’t forget the baby, yeah.
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| So why don’t you come follow me,
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| and see what we can take it.
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| That’s all good and we’re alright
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| suck it up because we’ll never be dry.
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| Cause in the time
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| gonna do it right
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| Why don’t you come a little closer
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| and listen to the music.
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| There’s some things I want to show you
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| baby there ain’t nothing to it.
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| Open up in love, baby
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| and let the sunlight dance right over you
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| Over you
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| I said «Kick it with me now»
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| Open up in love, baby
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| and let the sunlight dance all over you
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| All over you
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| Kick it |