| Decided to sneak off away from your stomach
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| And try your pulse
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| They captured what seemed all unknowing and candid
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| But they suspected it was false
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| She’s playful
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| The boring would warn you, be careful of her brigade
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| In order to tame this relentless marauder
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| Move away from the parade
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| And she was walking on the tables in the glasshouse
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| Endearingly bedraggled in the wind
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| Subtle in her method of seduction
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| Twenty little tragedies begin
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| And she would throw a feather boa in the road
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| If she thought that it would set the scene
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| Unfittingly dipped into your companions
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| Enlighten them to make you seethe
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| And there’s affection to rent
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| The age of the understatement
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| Before the attraction ferments
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| Kiss me properly and pull me apart
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| Affection to rent
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| The age of the understatement
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| Before this attraction ferments
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| Kiss me properly and pull me apart
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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
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| And my fingers scratch at my hair
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| Before my mind can get too reckless
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| The idea of seeing you here
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| Is enough to make the sweat go cold
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |