| She was so fresh in that dress
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| A small voice said resist
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| But the devil was in my heart
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| And the future was on her lips
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| She’s so fresh in my head
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| Her eyes haunt me still
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| Of course love’s meant to hurt
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| That’s why girls dress to kill
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| With my hand upon my heart
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| A promise starts, I’ll rescue you
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| With my hand upon my heart
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| Just one slowdance I’ll rescue you, rescue you
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| She was so fresh in that dress
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| Flirting’s such a bore
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| Why can’t she just walk up to me and say
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| You’re the man I’m looking for
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| With my hand upon my heart
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| A promise starts, I’ll rescue you
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| With my hand upon my heart
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| Just one slowdance I’ll rescue you, rescue you
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| La la la etc
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| She was so fresh in that dress
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| Flirting’s such a bore
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| One chance to caress
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| Well worth angling for
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| With my hand upon my heart
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| A promise starts, I’ll rescue you
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| With my hand upon my heart
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| Just one slowdance I’ll rescue you, rescue you
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| La la la etc |