| I can see it in you eyes
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| You can hardly contain yourself
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| With everything you feel
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| You say, hallelujah
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| I’m so glad my friends made me come here
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| All this talent
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| And me looking so damn fine up in here
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| I’m your gift and it’s your birthday
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| Swing it around and put it here
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| Baby c’mon baby c’mon
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| Swing it around and put it here
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| So now you’re in my ear
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| Talkin''bout how the eyes are really windows
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| Into someone’s soul
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| And I’m supposed to act like
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| I never heard that one before
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| I thought no one used those lines no more
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| It’s just as tired now as it was then
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| Swing it around and put it here
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| Baby c’mon baby c’mon
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| Swing it around and put it here
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| Blow my mind and I’ll bend right over
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| I’ll be yours with no do-overs
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| But it’s gonna take so much more than a promise
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| To move my world
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| To make this rock wanna roll with ya You try to put pictures in my head
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| I don’t know, somethin''bout
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| Have I ever rode a thoroughbred
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| My friend didn’t buy it So you thought you’d try it on me instead
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| And now my eyes couldn’t get further
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| Back in my head
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| But you still askin’if my hair is really red
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| Baby, c’mon…
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| Gimme somethin’I can work with here
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| Baby c’mon baby c’mon
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| Gimme something I can work with here
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| Baby c’mon baby c’mon
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| … Or swing it around and put it over there |