| You lean on the edge of the bar
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| And you look at me
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| With such eyes and what if it? |
| s a dream
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| You pass by me and say
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| Hello, your smile is like a little girl
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| Is this a crime
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| When you touch my hand
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| And I feel the sky
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| And I? |
| m wondering if this a crime
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| When you passed behind
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| You touch my hips on the better sides
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| Laid out
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| And then I pass behind
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| And it’s a game they told me not to play
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| And then you kill my doubts saying, smile
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| And then you hold my hand strong
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| You get me, you take me, you break me
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| Oh what a sweet suicide
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| And I? |
| m wondering if this a crime
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| When you see me smile
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| Yeah, wow
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| Oh, is this a crime
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| When I pass your side
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| With a little smile
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| I? |
| m sorry but I? |
| m dealing
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| Hmm
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| Then my eyes just said go on
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| And my back could feel the cold
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| Then you take off all my clothes
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| I was breathing laid in bed
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| And you take my legs, and you get inside
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| And I thought that life, couldn? |
| t be so good
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| Oh my love, is this a new suicide
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| And I just wanna to know
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| Oh, it? |
| s all, my strong little guy
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| And eh, oh
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| And this is
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| Baby this is, oh is this a crime
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| And I start to cry
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| Is this a crime
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| I? |
| m in this eh, brother I say
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| Brother and lover
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| I gave enough to stay
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| I try to stay, into, into, into
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| Oh is this a crime
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| When you’re getting inside
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| Yeah, oh
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| I can feel that
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| Is this a crime
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| When you’re getting inside
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| Yeah, oh
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| I can feel that it’s all right
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| That it’s all right
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| That it’s all right
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| That it’s all right
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| That it’s all right
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| And that it’s all right
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| It’s all right, it’s all right
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| Hmm |