| I saw your friend first
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| That’s who I danced with
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| All the time I was watching you
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| The music rocked us
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| Our eyes locked-thus
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| Making us see a trippy picture shoo
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| If a man is considered guilty
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| For what goes on in his mind
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| Then give me the electric chair
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| For all my future crimes, oh
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| You whispered something
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| It took my mind out like a
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| G flat major with an E in the bass
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| Your face looked so good
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| I wanted to touch your mouth
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| My brain is jacking all over the place
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| If a man is considered guilty
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| For what goes on in his mind
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| Then give me the electric chair
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| For all my future crimes, oh
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| Let’s take a drive, love
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| So we can make up our minds, love
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| To commit the crimes of passion
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| That sets us free
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| Me loving you, you loving me
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| Me loving you, you loving me
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| The electric chair
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| I saw your friend first
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| That’s who I danced with
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| All the time I was watching you
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| The music rocked us
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| Our lives shocked us
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| Making us see a trippy picture shoot
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| I’ve got to have it
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| Somebody
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| If a man is considered guilty
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| For what goes on in his mind
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| Then give me the electric chair
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| For all my future crimes, oh
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| You know I’m guilty, yeah
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| For all my future crimes
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| Guilty
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| For all my future crimes
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| And if you don’t really love me
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| Then give me the electric chair, oh!
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| Electric chair |