| You were born with a one-story mind in a one-story town with sleepy Mondays all
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| around
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| But you never slipped
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| No baby, you held tight your peppermint teeth flashed in the night
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| You always made the wrong words sound all right
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| I love your myth
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| I love what they say about you, yea
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| I love all the thingsall the things that you do
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| The talk of the town, the stories about you, yea cream tangerine,
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| baby I love your myth
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| I’ve got this urge comin' on so strong oh I want to take you home
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| I’ve got to, I’ve got to take you home
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| I’m feelin' like a monkey hangin' in a tree
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| I love when you pay attention to me
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| I want to read your steamy poetry
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| I love your myth
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| I love what they say about you, yea
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| I love every little thing every little thing that you do
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| The talk of the town, the stories about you, yea cream tangerine,
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| baby I love your myth
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| I’ve got this feeling comin' on so strong
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| I have to take you home tonight
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| I’ve got to take you
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| You never slip you always hold on tight you make the wrong moves look all right
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| You make it all all right baby, I love your myth
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| I love your myth
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| I love what they say about you, yeasweet tangerine, baby I love you
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| I love your myth
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| I love what they say about you, yea
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| I love every little thing every little thing that you do
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| The talk of the town, the stories about you, yea cream tangerine,
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| baby I love your myth |