| i love to see you in your sweater girl
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| i love you in your high tall boots
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| i love to see you in your sweater girl
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| love to see you walking that cute, you know it i love to see you in your leather skin
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| love your lipstick on my sheets
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| and i love to see you in your alligator shoes
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| reciting to me my poetry, i really do but
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| i hate to see you baby doing that stuff
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| i hate to see you doing that stuff
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| i hate to see you baby doing that stuff
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| really hate to see you doing that stuff
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| i love you baby when you bite my ear
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| i don’t worry about your uptown geek
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| and i love you baby don’t you bite your lip
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| 'cause it’s me you talk to in your sleep and
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| i hate to see you baby doing that stuff
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| i hate to see you doing that stuff
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| i hate to see you baby doing that stuff
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| really hate to see you doing that stuff
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| i love to see you in your sweater girl
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| love your alligator chic
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| et je t’aime te voir dans ton Christian Lacroix
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| but i hate to see you walking my street, but
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| i hate to see you baby doing that stuff
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| i hate to see you doing that stuff
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| i hate to see you baby doing that stuff
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| really hate to see you doing that stuff, ha ha |