| I’m going to pretend you like me too
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| All of my messages come from you
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| If I keep it up it might even drive you crazy
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| I’m going to pretend you’re my squeeze
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| Arm in arm on the Champs Elysee
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| If I keep it up it’s the only thing might save me
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| All of my life is a ritual dance, a ritual dance around you
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| And the worship hurts to pieces
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| Touch me here, touch me here on the precious jewel
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| I wear in my head for you
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| That only your hand releases
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| Let me steal your thunder, won’t you
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| Let me be your boy wonder, won’t you
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| Let me thrill you, will you, won’t you
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| And no’s not a word we use around here
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| No’s not a word we use around here
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| No’s not a word we use around here
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| I’m going to pretend you’re head over heels
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| Sending me flowers, cooking me meals
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| If I keep it up it might even drive you crazy
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| I’m going to pretend we don’t even sleep
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| Bending the bedsprings, dogs on heat
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| If I keep it up it’s the only thing that might save me
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| You don’t need me creeping around, creeping around your door
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| Like a lovesick labrador
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| You don’t need a bird-brain from the bottom of the food chain
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| At the Rory O’More
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| But it’s what you’ll get for sure
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| Oh let me steal your thunder, won’t you
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| Let me be your boy wonder, won’t you
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| Let me thrill you, will you, won’t you
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| And no’s not a word we use around here
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| No’s not a word we use around here
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| No’s not a word we use around here
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| Oh no’s not a word we use around here
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| No’s not a word we use around here
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| No’s not a word we use around here
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| I said no’s not a word
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| No’s not a word
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| No’s not a word |