| Forget about her eyes
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| That dance around
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| Like diamonds in the night
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| Forget about her hair
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| That cascades like a fountain
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| In the moonlight
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| And don’t think of her sweet lips
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| That leave me just as drunk
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| As any wine
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| Though her body is immortal
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| I love her mind
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| She always thinks of new ways
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| To take from the heat into the fire
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| Oh, it’s Heaven when your lover knows
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| All your desire
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| And when I’m lying there beside her
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| In the afterglow of love, I feel so fine
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| And if I have to name my favorite place
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| I love her mind
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| Just when I think I’ve figured her out
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| She comes up with a new game
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| Something she made up
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| In that pretty head
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| And when I can no longer hold out
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| And I melt in there in her flame
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| She takes my hand and leads to
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| That feather bed, oh, that bed
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| Poets always dwell on
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| All the things that can be seen
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| From her nose to her toes
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| And everything between
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| I’ll admit that
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| I’m a slave to her beauty
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| Let me say it two more times
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| The way she uses it to love me
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| I love her mind
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| Because she uses it to love me
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| I love her mind |