| Midsummer night i met him there, he saw me
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| Did not know why he had this stare, he was buggin' me
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| I said: «you got a fucking problem?!? |
| so what you want?
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| Want me to solve 'em, pervert!
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| Move outa my face before i scratch yours open,
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| You’re working on my nerves, nozem!»
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| Alas a word he spoke, nothing much
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| And damn i don’t know why, it got me touched
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| And one thing led to two and before i knew,
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| Got me doing what i wasn’t supposed to do
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| Salsa, lambada and all of that latin fever got me shakin' baby
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| You oooh you oooh
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| You’re my sweet lover king, you’re my don juan
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| Boy you turn me on, come and give me some
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| Of that good summer lovin', we’ll be kissin' and ah, huggin'
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| 'till the mood is gone, and it’s time to go home
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| I’ll be gone tomorrow, gone tomorrow
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| Gone tomorrow, have no sorrow
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| It was fine while we had it, but you know it’s time to bag it
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| And send it on, send it on, send it on, send it on
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| You play me like an instrument
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| Beethoven or mozart, they couldn’t get in the ring with ya
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| You’re smooth finger touch gets a girl all insane |
| A real gentleman who knows how to treat a dame
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| Make me hit the right note when you stroke my snare
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| Got me singin' opera the symbioses 's near
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| Make me feel more woman than the woman i am
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| Fed my soul with the food of celestial brand, ooooh
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| I don’t even remember your name, but it’s all the same
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| The mood is right, here by the candlelight
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| All the lies and clichés a girl wants to hear
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| They all reached my ear, with the perfect way
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| You sang me that serenade, that serenade, that serenade
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| You’re my sweet lover king, you’re my don juan
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| Boy you turn me on, come and give me some
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| Of that good summer lovin', we’ll be kissin' and ah, huggin'
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| 'till the mood is gone, and it’s time to go home
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| You’re my sweet lover king, you’re my don juan
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| Boy you turn me on, come and give me some
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| Of that good summer lovin', we’ll be kissin' and ah, huggin'
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| 'till the mood is gone, and it’s time to go home
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| I’ll be gone tomorrow, gone tomorrow
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| Gone tomorrow, have no sorrow
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| It was fine while we had it, but you know it’s time to bag it |
| And send it on, send it on, send it on, send it on |