| First you take my heart
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| In the palm of your hand
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| And you squeeze it tight
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| Then you take my mind
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| And play with it all night
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| You take my pride
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| And throw it up against the wall
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| You take me in your arms baby
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| And bounce me like a rubber ball
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| I ain’t complaining
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| What you’re doing you see'
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| Cos this hurting feeling is
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| Oh so good for me
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| You take my name
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| And you scandalise it in the street
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| Oh anything you wanna do
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| Say it’s alright by me
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| Then you turned me around
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| And make sweet love to me
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| So let me tell you
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| You sure look good to me'
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| Cos baby these things you’re doing, believe me
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| They hurt so bad
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| But it’s worth all the misery
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| Don’t you know that it’s hurts so good
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| Hurts so good
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| Ooh boy please don’t ever
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| Take the heat off me'
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| Cos it would hurt even more
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| If you’d ever leave
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| Even though sometimes
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| It’s hard to me to bear
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| I make myself hold on'
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| Cos it kills me I don’t care'
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| Cos baby I don’t want you to ever quit
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| Ooh, it ain’t no good 'til it
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| Hurts just a little bit
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| Don’t you know that it’s hurts so good
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| Hurts so good |