| Death by curiosity, strangled down upon on his knees,
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| Tell me how, that it could be, it’s you who gives me stagefright,
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| And even though the saints would swear that lovers like a leather chair,
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| There is no point but I do declare,
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| It’s you who gives me stagefright,
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| Its you, its you, its you, you, give me stagefright,
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| Its you, its you, its you, you, you take the spotlight,
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| Time is now, time is late, raise your hands, that feels great,
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| Come with me, take me there, open arms, open air,
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| Drunk all the finest labels, got stoned and then unable, to f**k beneath the
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| table,
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| But that’s just what they’d try to do,
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| But if you tried to stop them, he’d go to his apartment,
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| And girls would gather round with pit bull dogs and heel shoes,
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| Its you, its you, its you, you, its you, you give me stagefright,
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| Its you, its you, its you, you, you take the spotlight,
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| Time is now, time is late,
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| Raise your hands, that feels great,
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| Come with me, take me there, open arms, open air,
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| This moment, this moment, you’ll take me, you’ll take me there,
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| No time for hesitations, no twisted explanations,
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| Only one destination.
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| It’s paradise — inside your room,
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| But if you tried to stop them, they’d go to their apartment,
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| And girls would gather round with pit bull dogs and heel shoes,
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| That’s you, it’s you, its you, you, give me stagefright
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| Its you, its you, its you, you, you take the spotlight,
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| This moment, in this moment, you’ll take me there,
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| Time is now, time is late, raise your hands, that feels great
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| Come with me, take me there, open arms, open air,
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| Time is now, time is late, raise your hands, that feels great
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| Come with me, take me there, open arms, open air,
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| Time is now, time is late, raise your hands, that feels great
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| Come with me, take me there, open arms, open air |