| We are, we are romanced in fascination
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| Sinfully sated in every incarnation
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| Typically farcical in every situation
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| But look what you can do with a little imagination
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| Feeling like we’ve never felt
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| Smelling like we’ve never smelt
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| If only the booze tasted as good as it felt
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| We’d be holding on to buckled belts for hot love now
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| We are, we are reeling in our feelings
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| In love, we trust 'till we go bust, it’s heavenly appealing
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| There’s no sense in dressing up
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| 'Cos it’s time to get revealing
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| And look at what you can do when you’re swinging from the ceiling
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| Feeling like we’ve never felt
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| Smelling like we’ve never smelt
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| If only the booze tasted as good as it felt
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| We’d be holding on to buckled belts for hot love now
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| Every painted puckered lip
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| Every pouting nipple tip
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| Every time I trip, you trip, we trip
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| Feeling like we’ve never felt
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| Smelling like we’ve never smelt
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| Here we come, we don’t need no help
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| We’re holding on to buckled belts
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| Here they come now heaven knows
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| Trying on their sister’s clothes
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| For hot love now! |