| I used that bitter something pill and drew a line
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| Oh, sentimental girl you’ve got it all
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| How many other lovers barely made this climb
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| How many heroes took the fall
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| When you whip that groove, start to move
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| Whip that groove, I just can’t lose
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| Lipstick traces, passion play, perfect stranger on a perfect day
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| Love is calling in a special way, smiling faces in the milky way
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| Your cigarettes, cold coffee lying by the bed
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| Clothes make patterns on the floor
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| Sunday papers, magazines are never read
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| Girl is dancing, moves so raw
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| Whip that groove, start to move, whip that groove, I just can’t lose
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| Lipstick traces in this passion play, a perfect stranger on a perfect day
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| Love is calling in its special way, smiling faces on a Milky Way
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| Whip that groove, start to move whip that groove I just can’t lose
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| Lipstick traces in this passion play, a perfect stranger on a perfect day
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| Love is calling in its special way, smiling faces on the Milky Way
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| Lipstick traces in this passion play, smiling faces on the Milky Way
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| Oh yeah |