| It’s a sunny Sunday but we don’t want to get out of bed
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| So we unplug the telephone-we've got better things to do instead
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| There’s no one home-nobody with a name
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| We’re just like animals, just like animals
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| Rolling and tumbling on and on
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| Just like animals, just like animals
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| And her loving comes on so strong
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| It’s a long, long Monday, working my fingers down to the bone
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| When I get a little minute I call her up on the telephone
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| She says hurry home, please hurry home
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| We’re just like animals, just like animals
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| Rolling and tumbling on and on
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| Just like animals, just like animals
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| And her loving comes on so strong
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| Driving through the crosstown traffic
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| No matter how I try every single light turns to red
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| So I turn up the radio
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| And watch her dancing inside my head
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| She moves so fine, moves so fine
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| We’re just like animals, just like animals
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| Rolling and tumbling on and on
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| Just like animals, just like animals
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| Yeah her loving comes on so strong |