| You grow your nails too long
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| The scratches on your arms
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| You taste like orange chocolate
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| You always put your hands in my pockets
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| Your teeth are not quite straight
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| Your mood swings oscillate
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| Your language is appalling
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| And you play with my hair in the morning
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| Your imperfections are so beautiful
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| I can’t control
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| My animal soul
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| Your imperfections have got me unashamed
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| Can’t concentrate
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| I’m a sucker for your beautiful-ish face
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| Sometimes when we kiss
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| You touch my fingertips
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| Synthetic words can’t hide me Passion breeds like death inside me And slowly we become one
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| We stick like chewing gum
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| I want your language to be appalling
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| I want you to play with my hair in the morning
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| Your imperfections are so beautiful
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| I can’t control
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| My animal soul
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| Your imperfections have got me unashamed
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| Can’t concentrate
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| I’m a sucker for your beautiful-ish face
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| Your imperfections are so beautiful
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| I’m out of control
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| My animal soul
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| Your imperfections have got me unashamed
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| Can’t concentrate
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| Your imperfections make you what you are
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| My defective star
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| My inelegant love
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| Your imperfections are so beautiful
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| I’m out of control
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| I’m a sucker for the defects in your soul |