| I don’t know why you’re mean to me
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| When I call on the telephone
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| And I don’t know what you mean to me
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| But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out, want to take you on
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| These words, «You will be mine»
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| These words, «You will be mine, all the time»
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| The Fool might be my middle name
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| But I’d be foolish not to say
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| Going to make whatever it takes,
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| Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love
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| Couldn’t I take you in and make you mine?
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| These words, «You will be mine»
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| These words, «You will be mine, all the time», oh
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| I tripped and fell, did I fall?
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| What I want you to feel, I want to feel it now
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| You know with love come strange currencies
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| And here is my appeal:
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| I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,
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| A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
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| Just to fool myself, catch myself, to make it real, real
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| These words, «You will be mine»
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| These words, «You will be mine, all the time», oh
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| These words, «You will be mine»
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| These words haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray,
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| Say love’s combined, oh |