| Ooh, alright
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| I ain’t trying to be your lover, I’m just trying to be your man of the night
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| Laying low and undercover
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| Baby, I’m steady staying out of sight
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| Too many days, too many nights
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| Too much of nothing in a place I don’t belong
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| You can rest your head on my shoulder till the morning comes
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| Cause everybody wants to be loved
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| And everybody wants to be touched
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| Woah, and everybody is looking for a fix
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| A little reason to exist
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| So tonight girl let’s call it what it is
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| Alright
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| Call it what it is
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| I ain’t trying to be no prophet on some puppet for the political man
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| I’m just chasing down a dream to the beat of an American band
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| And if the way I’m living might seem wrong, I wanna be right
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| Yeah all I know right now girl, is I want you tonight
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| Woah and everybody wants to be loved
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| Everybody wants to be touched
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| Woah, and everybody is looking for a fix
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| A little reason to exist
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| So tonight girl let’s call it what it is
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| Alright
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| We’ll call it what it is
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| I ain’t trying to be your lover, I’m just trying to be your man of the night
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| Everybody wants to be loved
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| Woah and everybody wants to be touched
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| (Yeah, they do)
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| Everybody is looking for a fix
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| So come on, lay it on these lips
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| Yeah tonight girl let’s call it what it is
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| Oh that’s right
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| Call it what it is
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| Woah
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| We’re just two lost souls looking for a fix
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| It’s all good, it’s all good, all right |