| You look so dainty, darlin'
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| Crossin' over the road to where the taxis wait in line
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| You move like violence, darlin'
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| You’re stubborn as they get me every time
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| So come on over, darlin', and bring those magazines
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| And show me which one’s your favorite floor
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| And bad bad you and bad bad me Is all we’ll be left with anyway
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| Your songs don’t come so easy
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| And lines are gettin' shorter every time
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| But your heart beats so quickly
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| I hear it moving in the night, you like
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| So sneak on over, darlin', and bring those magazines
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| And show me which one’s your favorite floor
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| 'Cause bad bad you and bad bad me Is all we’ll be left with anyway
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| So come on over, darlin', and bring those magazines
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| And show me which one’s your favorite floor
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| And bad bad you and bad bad me Is all we’ll be left with anyway
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| Yes, bad bad you and bad bad me Is all we’ll be left with anyway |