| I’d take you to the moon child
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| Faster than the speed of glee
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| But never leave the room
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| Be two horizontal beings on a vertical trajectory
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| Stop now! |
| With this resisting
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| Futile, you’ll never listen
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| Oh how you’re gonna be missing out
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| Baby I could be your number one shock
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| Make your pretty little heart stop
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| Tangle you up with my tentacle lock on you
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| And then blow you through the roof
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| Oh and you could be my pheromone dream queen
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| All I’d ever need
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| You’d be my favorite drug
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| And I’d be shooting you up all night
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| If you’d let down your walls
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| I’ll never wear you down
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| No, you’re like a penitentiary
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| We should’ve probably learned by now
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| But we’re both stupid little stubborn things
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| So sweet dreams, Azraline
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| I’m putting you to sleep
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| I’ll suck it up and let it go
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| And say «c'est la vie»
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| Baby I could be your number one shock
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| Make your pretty little heart stop
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| Tangle you up with my tentacle lock on you
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| And then blow you through the roof
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| Oh and you could be my pheromone dream queen
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| All I I’d ever need
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| You’d be my favorite drug
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| And I’d be shooting you up all night
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| If you’d let down your walls
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| You could be so well loved
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| But you’ll never know
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| But you’ll never know
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| You’ll never know
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| You could be so filled up
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| But you’ll never know
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| You’ll never know it now
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| Guess it wasn’t meant to be
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| C’est C’est la Vie |