| Spatial awareness, so much confusion
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| And it’s so difficult to harness
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| But then I look at you, nimble and righteous
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| And then I look at the floor
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| We made a fine mess
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| My kiss, can you feel it yet?
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| In the back of your legs
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| And underneath of your neck
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| Are you a temple? |
| Are you temptress?
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| There is too much choice
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| The possibilities are endless
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| So wash away my sands
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| Give me catharsis
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| You remagnetized my moral compass
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| My kiss, can you feel it yet?
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| In the back of your legs
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| And underneath of your neck
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| Your touch, I cannot regret
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| I love the shape of your mouth
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| And the back of your head
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| You are so my kind
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| Erotic and divine
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| I got to testify
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| To have you purified
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| To me you’re more than a human
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| You are more complex
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| You’re like a fallen angel
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| Who uses god as a hex
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| My kiss, can you feel it yet?
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| In the back of your legs
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| And underneath of your neck
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| Your touch, well I cannot regret
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| I love the shape of your mouth
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| And the back of your head
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| You are so my kind
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| Erotic and divine
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| I got to testify
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| To have you purified |