| Friday night getting done up
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| You say you wanna look just like a china doll
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| I answer that you do from the hall
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| My patience was waning, half moon, now I’m lit up waxing poetic
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| In the bathroom
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| I say that apart from lust
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| The secret to love is secrets plus trust
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| She says I got a smart tongue
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| I said in more ways than one
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| You’re rolling your eyes but you wondering
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on give me something that I can believe in
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| Got those bedroom eyes in the living room
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| And we’re pulling all the blinds in the afternoon
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| All I wanted was to be somebody someone could believe in
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| But I’m a grapevine valentine
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| I’m the catch in your throat when you wanna cry
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| When all I really wanna do is catch you smile
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| Smile, yeah
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| This girl’s got those smoky eyes on a clear night
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| Lipstick on just right
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| We could take a drive feel alive in the dying light
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| My patience was feigning who knew indifference would get me
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| Where I wanted to go
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| I could give you such a rush
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| The secret to love is blush blush blush
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| There’s no room for rumors
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| I’ll silence them, yeah you can be sure
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| You should believe all the things you heard
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| Cause now I got you at a loss for (words)
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| Come on give me something that I can believe in
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| Got those bedroom eyes in the living room
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| And we’re pulling all the blinds in the afternoon
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| All I wanted was to be somebody someone could believe in
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| But I’m a grapevine valentine
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| I’m the catch in your throat when you wanna cry
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| When all I really wanna do is catch you smile
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| Smile, smile
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| Out across the lawn
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| Bare foot on the warm asphalt
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| In the road we stop the only ones, the only ones
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| Out across the lawn
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| Bare foot on the warm asphalt
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| In the road we touch tar to heels lips to lock
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| Come on give me something that I can believe in
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| Got those bedroom eyes in the living room
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| And we’re pulling all the blinds in the afternoon
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| All I wanted was to be somebody someone could believe in
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| But I’m a grapevine valentine
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| I’m the catch in your throat when you wanna cry
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| When all I really wanna do is catch you smile
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| Smile, smile, yeah, smile |