| In the spiritual kingdom of love
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| You’re the one that I’m thinkin' of
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| Yeah, in the spiritual kingdom of love
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| You’ve been layin' eggs under my skin
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| Now they’re hatching out under my chin
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| Now there’s tiny insects showin' through
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| And all them tiny insects look like you
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| In the primitive jungle of love
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| It’s funny what you’re capable of
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| Yeah, in the primitive jungle of love
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| The way you look and all the things you said
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| If looks could kill then, baby, I’d be dead
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| Either someone’s cloned you and you aren’t
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| Or you grow out of me just like a plant
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| Ain’t no way I’m gonna be
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| Anything I oughta be
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| All I want to do is be your creature
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| Ain’t no way I’m gonna be
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| Anything I wanna be
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| All I want to do is be your teacher
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| In the physical kingdom of time
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| I guess that your dish is full of slime
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| Well, in the physical kingdom of time
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| You know I would ramble all through time and space
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| Just to have a butcher’s at your face
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| You’re the one I love or so it seems
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| Because you’ve confiscated all my dreams |