| Mm, yeah, right
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| All I want is you
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| Let our love just grow
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| Call me up, it’s you
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| You say, «Let's hit the road»
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| I got soda pop
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| And them chips you love
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| You got the motor mouth
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| Let’s talk our way into
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| Some whens where we know no one
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| You know if you dare me I’ma do it, so what
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| Talk me into anything I never would’ve done
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| 'Cause I need my heart racing like I’m facing a gun
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| I need a thrill
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| Oh, life got me wishing
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| To burn my bills
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| No one will miss them
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| I need some hills far away
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| I need refilling with some kind of escape
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| I been feeling like I’m done with my dish
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| They can keep the roll in the tuition
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| Or give me to shock me back
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| Or give me skin and an arching back
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| All I want is you
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| Let our love just grow
|
| Call me up, it’s you
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| You say, «Let's hit the road»
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| I got soda pop
|
| And them chips you love
|
| You got the motor mouth
|
| Let’s talk our way into
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| Some whens where we know no one
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| You know if you dare me I’ma do it, so what
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| Talk me into anything I never would’ve done
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| 'Cause I need my heart racing like I’m facing a gun
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| I need a thrill
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| Oh, life can be vicious
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| I’m done with spilling all I got in wishes
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| I wanna steal me back
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| I want the feeling that I’m real
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| And made of magic
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| I want my heart to pump like it’s an engine
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| I want my morning with some «where you been"s
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| I want my coffee in some other kitchen
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| Give me a war to put my devils in
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| All I want is you
|
| Let our love just grow
|
| Call me up, it’s you
|
| You say, «Let's hit the road»
|
| I got soda pop
|
| And them chips you love
|
| You got the motor mouth
|
| Let’s talk our way into
|
| Some whens where we know no one
|
| You know if you dare me I’ma do it, so what
|
| Talk me into anything I never would’ve done
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| 'Cause I need my heart racing like I’m facing a gun
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| Oh, I’m done feeling numb
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| I wanna feel electrical
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| And I’m a love machine
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| Oh, let’s have some fun
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| I don’t need nothing technical
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| Just jump in the mud with me
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| I want some, ooh, ooh
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| I need a taste of your tongue
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| I need your waist to be swung
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| Give me a bank and a gun
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Oh, I’m the bass and the drums
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| Let me take you and run
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| We’ll talk our way into
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| Some whens where we know no one
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| You know if you dare me I’ma do it, so what
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| Talk me into anything I never would’ve done
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| 'Cause I need my heart racing like I’m facing a gun |