| The gentle art of conversation is deader than the Dead Sea scrolls.
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| We’ve become the weakest kind of nation.
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| We’re uncommunicating souls.
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| No one talks. |
| No one talks.
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| It’s something we seldom ever do.
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| No one talks. |
| No one talks.
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| (Marilyn Monroe)
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| No one talks but you.
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| Let’s make love.
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| (Frankie Vaughn)
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| Here we sit and we chatter.
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| What are we thinking of?
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| Let’s not make with the patter baby.
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| Let’s make love.
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| (Marilyn Monroe)
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| If you roar like a lion,
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| I could coo like a dove.
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| If you’re sold, begin buying babe.
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| Let’s make love.
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| (Frankie Vaughn)
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| Gosh, it’s hot.
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| (Marilyn Monroe)
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| No, don’t turn tv on.
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| Instead just turn me on.
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| I light up like neon.
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| Just a tiny section of your affection in my direction will do. |
| Ooh!
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| (Frankie Vaughn)
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| You just love my embraces
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| Cause they’ll fit like a glove.
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| We’ll be off to the races maybe.
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| (Marilyn Monroe)
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| Kiss me baby.
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| Let’s make love.
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| Don’t just lay there.
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| Honey, do something!
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| Don’t just contemplate me.
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| Prove that you don’t hate me.
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| Come on, osculate me.
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| (Frankie Vaughn)
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| Maybe moonlight trips with me Come to grips with me Lips to lips with me, do.
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| You just love my embraces.
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| (Marilyn Monroe)
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| Cause they’ll fit like a glove.
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| (Frankie Vaughn)
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| We could get down to paces maybe.
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| (Marilyn Monroe)
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| Kiss me baby.
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| Let’s make love.
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| (Frankie Vaughn)
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| My oh my but it’s warm here.
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| I sure wore a tight collar.
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| Do you know a good doctor?
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| Let’s make love. |