| I walk into the rooms
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| The rooms they keep secret
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| Where love is a miracle
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| Bodies lay undressed
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| I walk into the rooms
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| The woman’s eyes are wet
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| The bright lights are dimmed down
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| For better effect
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| Men stand still against the wall
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| To offer the idle hands
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| Waiting to be chosen
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| By their lady friends
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| I walk into the rooms
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| Where love is wild and free
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| The women make their bidding
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| And the men wait and see
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| I walk into the rooms
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| Where the angels rest
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| You don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| (So the woman made the man, and man made a God)
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| (So the woman made the man, and man made a God)
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| (So the woman made the man, and man made a God)
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all
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| (So the woman made the man, and man made a God)
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| So you don’t tell me how it is, boy, 'cause I’ve seen it all |