| Baby’s on the lamb tonight
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| Her skies all full of stars
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| And love’s just something that always goes wrong
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| That looks and smokes like Ava Gardner
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| Baby’s gonna blow your lights
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| Adjust your back — lit charm
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| And if she deems to touch your heart
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| You can tune into your senses
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| Baby’s coming alive to her wild side
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| She can burn down the lie to the dream
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| Baby trades you blow for blow
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| Crowns you like a queen
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| But if you stroke her long enough
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| Baby turns to cream
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| Baby’s neptune’s in your moon
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| Venus in your third
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| She’s in bloom from June through June
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| Says, «love's no noun. |
| love’s a reverb»
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| Baby’s coming alive to her wild side
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| She can burn down the lie to the dream
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| Baby’s coming alive to her wild side
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| She can burn down the lie to the dream
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| Baby’s coming alive to her wild side
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| She can burn down the lie to the dream
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| Baby’s coming alive to her wild side
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| She can burn down the lie to the dream
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| Baby’s coming alive to her wild side
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| She can burn down the lie to the dream |