| You’re so slidey with your slender lines
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| I know you take the babies by the hand
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| And it’s all fine until you took my time
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| That’s how you put your fuel into demand
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| Chests ablaze with just the aiming of your gaze
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| You can blink and watch the ladies take a fall
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| I recall the soft heat of when you left me in the street
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| And I watched you walk on
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| Hearts beat quicker when your eyes provide the liquor
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| It’s enough to flood the bachelorette parties
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| All the girls would throw, if they thought the groom would show
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| But they know that he won’t
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| He’s a punk, won’t give it up
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| Hot looks but he can’t touch
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| The excitement is the chase, to catch your gaze is like a bird within the hand
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| It began so nice, but now I’m trapped inside
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| It seems this cage for me must be your plan
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| Your mean tricks, like the wetness of your lips
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| When you say, «just put your heart here in my hand.»
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| And though I know you might hock it
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| I can’t keep it in my pocket. |
| I’ve tried, but I can’t. |
| Oh man
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| I can see, and all the fellas they agree
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| That a boy like you is not to be trusted
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| But it’s just so hot, it incinerates my thoughts, and I’m not really able to
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| make it stop
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| Your hot staring, while it seems it might be caring
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| I know that it’s me that you’re gonna drop
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| But I don’t care, I’m as happy half aware
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| Keep it there, hot eyes. |
| Your tease is the best prize |