| You can’t marry her — you can’t marry her yet
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| Son, you’ll drown me twice
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| The seven EOE — be the breath of life inside a human being
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| Joined though this love, nothing could come between
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| Blood is thicker than mud, liquor the elixir of love
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| Turn a square dance into a passion hug
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| Tight as the grip of the squid
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| Gentle as the finger touch of a newborn kid
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| I wouldn’t trade her smile for a million quid
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| Don’t let my love fall, keep building it
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| I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time
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| Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind
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| Candlelight dinners and fish and chips with vinegar
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| With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar
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| Salam in this, channeled through the Italian peninsula
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| Her strong pheromones and cologne enhance the stench of her
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| But she aksed for romance, spent this love, enter her
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| Don’t let me fall, always remember us
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| Don’t roll the dice, don’t let them throw the rice
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| Don’t throw my soul over to the poltergeist
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| His heart was cold like it was soaked in ice
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| A stroke of your love is like a stroke of life
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| Melt in the heat of my passion — magnetic attraction
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| It cause a strong reaction
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| I need you like I need satisfaction…
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| I need you like I need satisfaction…
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| What will become of me?
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| If I can’t show my love to thee?
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| What will become of me?
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| What will become of me?
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| If I can’t show my love to thee? |
| (You can’t marry her)
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| What will become of me?
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| I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time
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| Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind
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| Candlelight dinner, fish and chips with the vinegar
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| With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar
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| Salam in this, channeled through the Italian peninsula
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| Her strong pheromones, her cologne enhance the stench of her
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| But she aksed for romance, I’m deep into her
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| Don’t let her fall, always remember us
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| Don' marry him…
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| No, no, no, no, no — don’t marry him
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| Don' marry him, don’t carry him to paradise
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| Don’t throw let them dice, don’t let them throw the rice
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| Don’t turn my soul deep into the poltergeist
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| His heart turns cold like it was soaked in ice
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| Melt inside the heat of my passion — magnetic attraction
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| It cause a strong reaction
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| I need you like I need satisfaction…
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| I need you like I need satisfaction…
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| Don’t turn away from me
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| What will become of me?
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| If I can’t show my love to thee, there’ll be none of me
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| And leave you with none of me
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| Not even one of me… |