| Please my dear, soft an' clear
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| Let me whisper in your ear as I hold you near
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| Dance wi' me like a stranger for the time being
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| I steal your heart an' we could flee from the crime scene
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| I must admit you’re looking gooder than a little bit
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| I got a proposition; |
| I hope you consider it
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| The way you move so smooth make my heart skip
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| To the beat you got me giddy like a little kid
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| I’m wondering if, you an' I could take a trip
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| To the bar for a second to select a sip
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| And chat it up a bit, drinking what you’re drinking
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| 'cos I’m hoping that you’re thinking like I’m thinking when we finish it
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| And when she said that, I was taken aback
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| I damn near tripped over the track
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| And then she asked me, «Can you handle triple sec wi' ?»
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| And for a second, son, I swear I ain’t know how to react
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| That’s what she said to me with the lights just right
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| And the beat so fly we could glide all night
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| Had me open like a bar before ten
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| That’s why I was drenched with French Connection
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| I can’t believe what she said to me
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| With a voice that was sweeter than the smell of her neck
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| I said, «All due respect, I’m gon' drink wi' chu but right now
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| If you’re thinking like I’m thinking ain’t no telling what a drink could do
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| Well she said «please my dear, soft and clear
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| Let me whisper in your ear, as I hold you near
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| Dance with me like a stranger for the time being
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| I steal your heart and we can flee from the crime scene
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| I must admit you’re lookin' gooder than a little bit
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| I got a proposition, I hope you consider it.»
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| I tried to play it cool like the Ice Bowl
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| But she was fine like criticizing refs in basketball
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| Wearin' a red dress, that had me goin' Gene Wilder
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| Than a Kelly Lebrock scene with Stevie Wonder singin'
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| Don’t drive drunk, I just call them things
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| She had the love lumps, the curves, a-all them things
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| I wanna get between, if we could split the scene
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| I’ma close-up a show, like Mariano Rivera
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| With a riviera flow you know
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| Is that what attracted her?
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| It’s possible
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| That she’s a fan of the musical movement
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| The move that led to the sure improvement
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| Or could it be the way I show and prove it
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| That make' her wanna explore my
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| Muscular, skeletoral, and cardiovascular
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| Givin' her body more than it could ask me for
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| And just when you think
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| «Could I be gassed much more?»
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| Snap my head back
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| What the fuck was that?
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| Where the fuck I’m at?
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| Where the hell she go?
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| Is my mind playin' tricks on me?
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| I guess so
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| She hadn’t said to me
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| Anything at all
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| I was playin' the role of a fly on the wall
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| Or better yet a lush at the bar
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| Starin' at her beauty from afar
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| She hadn’t said to me
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| Not a word all night
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| Bartender said, «Mister, is you feelin' alright?
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| You were starin' at that lady for a while.»
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| Just as he pointed, she looked back and smiled
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| I can’t believe she hadn’t said to me
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| Not a goddamn thing
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| She was just dancing
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| And doin' her damn thing
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| I must be drugged
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| To be rhymin' thing wi' thing
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| I was too blacked to move
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| With the bar daydream
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| She hadn’t said to me
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| Anything I thought, see now
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| Lookin' around to see who else caught me
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| One thing the episode taught me
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| What to drink next time, when the clock strikes three
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| If the bartender cared, then he coulda brought me
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| A little less Long Island, little more iced tea
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| One thing’s for sure I was feelin' shorty
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| If I pass up the chance, the vision will haunt me
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| So I gather myself and took a short leave
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| From the bar to the dance floor right where she be
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| How to approach her, two steps closer
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| Pushed up on her, like a man is supposed to
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| And told her
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| «Show me a thing or two
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| I got a secret you can peep it
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| You can get it, you can keep it
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| From the fling, to the ring, to the spring with you
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| Gettin' ahead of myself, I can’t hang with you
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| The way you move out here
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| I ain’t the only one to stop and stare
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| But I’m the only one prepared to take it there
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| Others wanna step up, but didn’t make it here
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| You make it hotter than a pepper, I’m no half-stepper
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| I was wonderin' if you and I can take a trip
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| To the bar for a second, to select a sip»
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| We chatted up a bit
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| But just then, she put a finger on my lips
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| And her hand on my waist
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| Close the eyes
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| Got put into the rhythm of some next shit
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| I was just tryin' to keep pace
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| She was feelin' my style
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| I could tell from the way she moved
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| And the smile on her face
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| Then she whispered in my ear
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| So soft, so sweet, so clear
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| «No habla inglés…» |