| You hear a tremor in her voice
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| So you pull the chain and let her in
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| She smells like gin and cigarettes
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| But she leans against you close
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| And the closeness makes you melt
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| And you’re melting on the floor
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| Reach up and lock the door
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| She wants to wrap her legs around the world
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| You know you should just call a cab
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| Pour some coffee and sit her down
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| Instead you’re clearing off the bed
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| And her keys are in her shoes
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| And her make-up's in her hair
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| And her hair is everywhere
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| You feel it in her kiss
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| She wants to wrap her legs around the world
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| And push it into you
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| The good parts and the bad parts
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| Bring an old feeling back that’s gone gone gone
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| No one’s judging you
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| It’s a cold world out there after all
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| We do what we have to do
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| So you hold her while she moves
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| And she’s pulling on your neck
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| Her heels are digging in your back
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| The street outside is wet and quiet
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| She wants to wrap her legs around the world
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| She wants to wrap her legs around the world
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| She wants to wrap her legs around the world |