| Baby there are pretty young boys
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| With shiny new toys that make the most noise
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| The way you look you can easily afford
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| To slam the door on any given nightstore
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| In a world where they put you on trial
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| Flick your hair, flash your smile
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| Get what you want, don’t want what you got
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| But maybe be a little bit shy
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| You got me right through the heart
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| You got me right through the heart
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| You got me right through the heart
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| But you get it right slap bang through the middle of your heart
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| Some time when you’re feeling alone
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| Won’t you call me at home or answer your phone
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| When you’re free you can come and see me
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| Any time you feel the need or want to watch me bleed
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| In a world where they put you on trial
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| Flick your hair, flash your smile
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| Get what you want, don’t want what you got
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| But maybe be a little bit shy
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| You got me right through the heart
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| You got me right through the heart
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| You got me right through the heart
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| But you get it right slap bang through the middle of your heart |