| It sets me off to see the people
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| Always so easy to play
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| I’d rather keep my head down
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| Carry out the rest of my day
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| Somethin' 'bout the way that
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| People love their harm
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| I’ve got an eye for trouble
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| And that’s what keeps me up in arms
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| You’ve got this thing about you
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| That keeps me on the edge of my seat
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| 'Cause every time you smile
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| I can tell you’re just showing your teeth
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| It bothers me to notice
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| But it sure seems you like that game
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| Surprises me every time
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| But really it’s just the same
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| You handle everything and everyone
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| With that velvet glove
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| But when you take it off
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| I can see your skin is not enough
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| There’s something there about you
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| Like an animal ready to feed
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| And every time you smile
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| I can tell you’re just showing your teeth
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| Speak a little softer now
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| Or maybe just use your eyes
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| Pull her in around you
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| Using love as your disguise
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| There’s danger in everything
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| You say and do
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| I guess we’re not so different
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| And that’s what makes me blue
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| The funny thing about it is
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| I know you got what I need
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| When every time you smile
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| I can tell you’re just showing your teeth
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| Yeah every time you smile I can tell |