| Sends a little photograph
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| That she shot in the nude
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| She doesn’t wear a conscience
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| She doesn’t play by rules
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| So turn me on, baby, every night
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| And in the daytime too
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| I’m flyin' on like an airplane
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| Like some clueless fool
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| There goes that melancholy feelin' again
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| It looks like love is gonna find a way, hey, hey, hey
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| And just when you start believin' in it
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| It looks like love is gonna show its face, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| I got some things to show her
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| I take her to my room
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| She likes to eat that chocolate
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| She, baby, every night
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| And in the daytime too
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| I’m flyin' on like an airplane
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| Like some clueless fool
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| There goes that melancholy feelin' again
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| It looks like love is gonna find a way, hey, hey, hey
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| And just when you start believin' in it
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| It looks like love is gonna show its face, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| And just when you start believin' in it
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| It looks like love is gonna show its face, hey, hey, hey, hey |