| Creep, creep, creep,
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| Creep, creep, creep,
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| Baby’s got another girl,
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| 'Cross town by the tracks,
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| Baby likes to sleep around,
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| Well I guess I shoulda asked,
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| Lipstick on your collar baby,
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| Y’all know that’s not my shade,
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| My phone’s been ringing off the hook,
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| And I got hang-up calls for days.
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| Please don’t stand so close to me,
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| I know you’re lying,
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| Please don’t kiss my neck baby,
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| I know you’re cheating,
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| Please don’t say another word,
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| I can’t hear ya,
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| Your voice’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| The way you talk silky soft,
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| Your touch’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| I can’t resist when we kiss,
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| Your hands’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| In other words it’s a shame,
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| Be careful not to sleep with the enemy,
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| Sometimes I just don’t know my name.
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| Baby’s like a sex machine,
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| He got limbs that’s made of steel,
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| Got a six-pack showing strong,
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| And I like the way it feels,
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| What’s that perfume I been smelling?
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| Y’all know that’s not my scent,
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| You got a whole lot going on,
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| And it’s more than just the rent.
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| Please don’t push up on me boy,
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| I know you’re cheating,
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| Please don’t kiss my lips baby,
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| 'Cause you been creeping,
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| Pelase don’t say another word,
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| I can’t hear you,
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| Your voice’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| The way you talk silky-soft,
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| Your touch’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| I can’t resist when we kiss,
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| Your hands’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| In other words it’s a shame,
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| Be carfeul when you sleep with the enemy,
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| Sometimes I just don’t know my name.
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| Feel so good to me, it must be a sin,
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| Somebody hold me back I’m giving in, yeah,
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| And if the man would ever leave I’d rather be blind,
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| Somebody call the doctor I’m about to loose my mind.
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| Creep, creep, creep,
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| Shit, baby,
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| Creep, creep, creep.
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| Your voice’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| The way you talk silky-soft,
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| Your touch’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| I can’t resist when we kiss,
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| Your hands’ll make me sleep with the enemy,
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| In other words it’s a shame, baby,
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| Be carfeul when you sleep with the enemy,
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| Your life just might not be the same.
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| Now that I have made my bed,
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| I gotta lie in it,
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| Truth be told, don’t say a word,
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| 'Cause I ain’t buying it,
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| I can’t be blamed,
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| It’s a shame, the way you make me feel,
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| You know your touch is just a tease,
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| I’m sleeping with the enemy.
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| Don’t stand so close to me,
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| When you try to get the last kiss,
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| I know your moves,
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| Don’t touch me, don’t push up on me,
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| I can’t avoid you,
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| Boy, you got me going in circles. |