| Got my wow, got my cor
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| And he’s waiting at the door for me
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| Making things secure for me
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| When I return
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| Got my needs, got my love
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| And it fits me like a glove
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| And it’s dripping from above
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| Like a candle, it burns
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| Old brown bear and honey bee
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| Pass me by and wink at me
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| Realise that what I got
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| Is too much for one honey pot
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| Sugar is the centre of the honeycomb
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| Sweeter still, the heart that actually owns my own
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| Got my schmaltz, got my cheese
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| Got me down on my knees
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| Got me begging you please
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| The obesity of love
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| The propensity (of love)
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| The depravity (of love)
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| The austerity (of love)
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| Of love…
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| Got my saccharin, my sweet
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| And it’s next to me on seat
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| And everything I eat seems to
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| Taste so damn sour
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| Got my praise, got my prayer
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| And it’s getting everywhere
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| Like your god isn’t there for me
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| Just this higher power
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| Old March hare and kangaroo
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| Tip their hats and 'How'd you do?'
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| Recognise it in my stride
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| Love is skipping by my side
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| Pitcher plant and Venus trap
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| Give me five and slap my back
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| They can tell just from my smile
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| I’ll be staying for a while |