| Give me your mascara and your phosphorus
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| You and I are higher than the loft
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| Gliding through the snowdrifts in a miniskirt
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| Glistening and olive, yeah, but soft
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| Got a ripe tomato here in ecstasy
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| Got a little apple in your eye
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| As if you had it all
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| As if you had no belly
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| You are on my skin and so am I
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| Beautiful queen
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| With your beautiful gene
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| Beautiful queen
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| I’m not afraid to be the only person on the planet
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| I’m not afraid to be the only person in the world with you
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| Oh
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| In between the different worlds I slip for you
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| You’re the warm creation of a sigh
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| As if you had no will
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| As if you had just apples
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| Tumbling between you and the sky
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| Beautiful queen
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| With your beautiful gene
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| Beautiful queen
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| I’m not afraid to be the only person on the planet
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| I’m not afraid to be the only person in the world with you
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| Thrill me again
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| Won’t you thrill me again?
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| Won’t you thrill me again?
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| Every cloud is numbered in the library
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| So is every kiss and every fly
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| And when the thunder calls
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| It trembles in your belly
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| Vanishing above the letter «Y»
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| Beautiful queen
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| With your beautiful gene
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| Beautiful queen
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| With your beautiful gene
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| Beautiful queen |