| Oh, It’s good
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| Baby, to make me forget
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| Oh, so good
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| Baby, so good to make me forget
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| Forget myself again
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| I walk down, the steps to the river
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| With my outfit, full set to deliver
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| And the minute it’s done
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| There’s nothin' but time
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| On a pay telephone, I send a message to mine
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| Yeah, it’s good
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| So good baby
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| Because it makes me forget
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| Oh, so good
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| So good baby
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| Because it makes me forget
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| Forget myself again
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| Upstairs, slower on my feet
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| Got to get to the corner and I know it’s getting late
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| At the cold polar ice
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| End of the line
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| If I don’t wake up
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| Send a message to mine
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| Oh it’s good
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| So good baby
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| Because it makes me forget, forget myself again
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| Seventeen steps down to the river
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| With my outfit, full set to deliver
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| And the floodlights shine
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| Blindin' my eye
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| On the pay telephone, I send a message to mine
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| Back down, early in the morning
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| Same building, different story
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| Well the room here’s free and it’s easy to find
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| The tricks of her frame send a message to mine
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| Yeah it’s good… |