| When I think of you I think of your skin
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| Golden brown from the sun
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| Your arms outstretched, your hair cut shorter than it’d been
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| But still blowing in the wind
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| When I picture you I think of your smile
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| And it drives me wild
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| Your laugh escaping you, your head thrown to the side
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| And it drives me wild
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| You carried romance in the palm of your hand
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| You called the plays for us
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| You clung to self restraint, you followed the plan
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| You put the brakes on this
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| And it drove me and it drove me and it drove me wild
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| When I envision you I think of your sheets
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| Tangled up beneath me
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| Your body inching close, closer to the edge
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| I got a hold of you then
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| When I imagine you I think of that room
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| And it drives me wild
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| Your face relaxed, your voice a whisper in my ear
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| And it drives me wild
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| You carried romance in the palm of your hand
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| You called the plays for us
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| You clung to self restraint, you followed the plan
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| You put the brakes on this
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| And it drove me and it drove me and it drove me wild
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| I would have had us swerving through those streets
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| Over and over
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| I would have stalled or rushed us through those greens
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| Over and over
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| But you knew that (you drove me wild)
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| And you wouldn’t let me lose control (you drove me wild)
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| Control (you drove me wild)
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| You carried romance in the palm of your hand
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| You called the plays for us
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| You clung to self restraint, you followed the plan
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| You put the brakes on this
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| And it drove me and it drove me and it drove me wild
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| You carried romance in the palm of your hand
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| You called the plays for us (you drove me wild)
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| You clung to self restraint, you followed the plan
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| You put the brakes on this (you drove me wild)
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| And it drove me and it drove me and it drove me wild
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| And it drove me and it drove me and it drove me wild |