| Come up to my room
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| Get out of the weather
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| Through the window shade
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| And take off your sweater
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| You are all I need
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| To make me feel better
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| Let your hair hang down
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| And give me that level
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| Come on
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| Put a record on
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| And your dirty white boots, come on
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| You know you turn me on
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| In your dirty white boots, come on
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| We’re gonna get it on
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| In your dirty white boots, come on
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| Come on
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| You know these games we play
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| They give me such pleasure
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| The girls in magazines
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| Cannot even measure
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| There’s nothing you won’t do
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| I don’t have the pressure
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| Take your knickers down
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| And give me that treasure
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| Come on
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| Put a record on
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| And your dirty white boots, come on
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| You know you turn me on
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| In your dirty white boots, come on
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| We’re gonna get it on
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| In your dirty white boots, come on
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| Come on
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| Girl I need you right here next to me
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| You’re the one that brings me ecstasy
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| Girl I need your lovin' every day
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| You’re the only one who could make me stay
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| Come on
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| Put a record on
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| And your dirty white boots, come on
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| You know you turn me on
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| In your dirty white boots, come on
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| We’re gonna get it on
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| In your dirty white boots, come on
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| Come on |