| Some for romance
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| You gotta be with the boy that brought you to the dance
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| Then across the room comes a casual glance
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| And you be making some dime even half the chance
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| Now some like to look
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| And some like to touch
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| All the things that they can’t have
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| Way too much
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| Some like to get real close to the flame
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| once you feel the heat
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| You know they’re never the same
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| Why do we want
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| What we know we can’t have
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| Why don’t we want
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| What’s in the palm of our hands
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| Why we always looking
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| At what’s just out of our grasp
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| Why do we want
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| What we know we can’t have
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| Well Susie was out driving her new corvette
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| She hadn’t made that second payment yet
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| She rear ended a Semi
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| But not by choice
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| She was a rubbernecking a new Rolls Royce
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| Why do we want
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| What we know we can’t have
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| Why don’t we want
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| What’s in the palm of our hands
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| Why we always looking
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| At what’s just out of our grasp
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| Why do we want
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| What we know we can’t have
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| Why do we want
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| What we know we can’t have
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| Why don’t we want
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| What’s in the palm of our hands
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| Why we always looking
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| At what’s just out of our grasp
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| Why do we want
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| What we know we can’t have |