| There’s some million things
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| That we could do this evening
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| With all the night life
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| And the silver screen
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| Oh, we got time
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| And we could take the town in Or take the fast cab
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| Baby, down to New Orleans
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| But what I got in mind
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| Is a small cafe, out of the way
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| Oh baby, we won’t stay
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| No and be too late
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| What I got mind is to disappear
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| And baby, let’s stay right here
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| Oh, to tell the truth
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| What I’ve got in mind is making love to you
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| Well, I confess then you can find me guilty
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| Yes, I’m a selfish lover, I can’t deny
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| But I love you and I don’t want to share you
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| With any night lights or darling, any other eyes
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| But what I got in mind
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| Is a small cafe, out of the way
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| Oh baby, we won’t stay
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| No, no and be too late
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| What I got mind is to disappear
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| And, baby, let’s stay right here
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| Oh, to tell the truth
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| What I’ve got in mind is making love to you
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| Oh, to tell the truth
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| What I’ve got in mind is making love to you |