| I’m thinking about the images
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| Stored in my memory bank
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| I’m lost inside a paradise
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| My mind goes all blank
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| And on the floor a leopard skin
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| Ooh she’s all legs and lips
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| I’ve one ear on the kitchen door
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| Where dad was preparing drinks
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| My hormones have gone haywire
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| My temperature is right off the gauge
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| I’m so scared my mum will find out
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| What I’m doing so I quickly turn the page
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| I’m thinking about the images
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| That I had inside my head
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| There’s not much to imagine
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| To that centre spread
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| She looks at me seductively
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| Ooh, I feel something new
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| There’s steam coming out of my ears
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| My toes curl in my shoes
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| My hormones have gone haywire
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| My temperature is right off the gauge
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| I’m so scared my mum will find out
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| What I’m doing so I quickly turn the page
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| In a covert operation
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| I head towards the shops
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| I had a fascination
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| That I didn’t want to stop
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| Inside a comic a magazine
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| Then I walked out of the door
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| And swiftly made my way home
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| I’m thinking about the images
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| My teenage self enjoyed
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| Those dangerous excursions
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| Took the man out of the boy
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| The women I encountered there
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| Became good friends and stuck
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| Together in the pages to see
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| A teenage boy thunderstruck
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| My hormones have gone haywire
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| My temperature is right off the gauge
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| I’m so scared my mum will find out
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| What I’m doing so I quickly turn the page… |