| I’d like to say that I was on your mind
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| So I phone you at ten past three in the afternoon
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| It’s evening for you and another bare hotel room
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| So hard to believe that you’re dreaming of me too, but it’s true
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| But Amsterdam, I never knew you so well
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| The stadium rings with laughter at every turn
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| And flying pianos, of all things, to set your scene
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| I’m such a nice man to you, but so obscene and it’s true, girl
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| Jackie Big Tits is hiding in the corner
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| «Respect» is the word she shouts as I implore her
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| To speak to the man, not me, for I was only speaking freely
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| And interrupt me once more and I’ll take you to the cleaners
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| You can’t push me around, 'round, 'round
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| You can’t push me around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| You only go around, 'round, 'round
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| Jackie Big Tits |