| The boys who kiss and bite,
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| They are the brilliant ones who speak and write with silver luck…
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| They sing in clever tongues,
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| Oh how my knees go weak to be the one --
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| she kicks and bucks.
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| Always quick to follow
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| The boys are too refined
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| Won’t matter tomorrow
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| Oh, to be in his mind
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| And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
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| I’ll let myself be taken just for the thrill.
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| And if I’m given the chance to be a doll in his hands,
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| I will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance
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| To daddy singing sweet, a lullaby to all his credit speak, his golden light
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| to the edge with a car, he sent it off a cliff just for the spark
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| to hell with why
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| Always quick to follow
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| The boys are too refined
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| Won’t matter tomorrow
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| Oh, to be in his mind
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| And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
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| I’ll let myself be taken just for the thrill.
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| And if I’m given the chance to be a doll in his hands,
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| I will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance |