| A tropic isle pack your bags let’s go
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| And leave it all to Cupid’s bolts and bows
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| Golden words on silver tongues
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| Can’t you tell, can’t you
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| No one on earth can love me like you do
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| No one on earth can make me feel so
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| It won’t be worth the chance of losing you
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| No one on earth can make me feel brand new
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| And everything fits 'cos they’re my favourite little bits
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| When we’re alone, little else exists
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| Golden words on silver tongues
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| And don’t you know when I’m coming on strong
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| Can’t you tell, can’t you
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| No one on earth can love me like you do
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| No one on earth can make me feel so
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| It won’t be worth the chance of losing you
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| No one on earth can make me feel brand new
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| Make me feel so new
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| Come on come one thrill me
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| Golden words on silver tongues
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| And don’t you know when I’m coming on strong
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| No one on earth can love me like you do
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| No one on earth can make me feel so
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| It won’t be worth the chance of losing you
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| No one on earth can make me feel brand new
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| It won’t be worth the chance of losing you
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| No one on earth can make me feel brand new
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| Is like you make me fell
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| You make fell so new
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| Is like you make me fell
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| Come one come thrill me |