| Was it more than attraction
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| And a physical lust?
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| Her loins, my imagination
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| That first inconceivable touch
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| That I was planning
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| I mean wishing
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| How embarrassed I’d have been
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| If you knew what I was thinking
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| And, whoa, when it started
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| My first thought was love
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| And not just lust
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| Because when I heard you speak
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| I felt warm
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| In the evening I saw you
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| You were warming the bass up
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| Your hair covered your face up
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| I was acting indifferent at the merch booth
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| Putting on makeup
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| We met up at a party
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| In a swamp, on a yacht
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| I spun the helm but we were docked
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| I crossed my fingers
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| But I didn’t beg
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| Because I knew you knew
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| Because I knew you knew I liked you
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| I knew you knew I liked you
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| I knew you knew it
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| But I figured desperate guys
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| Never had a chance with you
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| I figured desperate guys
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| Never had a chance with you
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| Close to you, wishing
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| We’re conjoined at the tongue
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| Can you hear me thinking?
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| I should stop
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| I crossed my fingers
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| But I didn’t beg
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| Because I knew you knew
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| Because I knew you knew I liked you
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| I knew you knew I liked you
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| I knew you knew it
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| But I figured desperate guys
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| Never had a chance
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| I knew you knew I liked you
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| I knew you knew it
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| Because I figured desperate guys
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| Never had a chance with you
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| I figured desperate guys
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| Never had a chance with you
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| I knew that desperate guys
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| Would never have a chance with you |