| Front row at every single gig I go
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| Looking for a better place to call home
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| No, no, no, that ain’t home
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| You strut up to me
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| Place my hand upon your jeans
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| I’m so close you can feel the heat
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| Then you whisper in my ear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know that I’m all yours tonight
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You say, «Baby, buy me these.»
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| I say, «Baby, maybe if you say 'please'.»
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| I don’t know if you’re here
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| For you, for you and me
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| You say, «Help me."What's wrong?
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| There’s more to me than my songs
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| I’m surprised that it took this long
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| Now you’re nowhere to be seen
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| Despite all the begs and pleas
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| You don’t know what life you want to lead
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece
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| You know what I want to hear
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| You know what I want to hear
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| Piece by piece |