| You’ve got me wrapped around your finger,
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| Wrapped around your finger,
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| Oh, I gladly wear this noose around my neck
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| Well, I do not know you yet,
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| I do not know you yet,
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| You don’t know my first name,
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| But I, I-I found you
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| Just in time
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| I can’t get her out of my head,
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| And it drives me crazy,
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| «That girl’s a trick», my friends said,
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| But she drives my crazy
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| Honey this is unkind,
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| You’re taking over my mind,
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| This’ll be my demise,
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| And I’ll take you out for a drive,
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| You’re taking over my mind,
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| And it drives me crazy
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| Oh, she is a brown haired in a black and white dress,
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| I’ve never been so obsessed,
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| When it comes to mistakes, honey, you take the cake
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| Well, I do not know you yet,
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| I do not know you yet,
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| You don’t know my baby, honey,
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| But I found you,
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| Just in time to save my life,
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| I found you,
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| Just in time to same my Friday night
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| I can’t get her out of my head,
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| And it drives me crazy,
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| «That girl’s a trick», my friends said,
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| But she drives my crazy
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| Honey this is unkind,
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| You’re taking over my mind,
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| This’ll be my demise,
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| And I’ll take you out for a drive,
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| You’re taking over my mind,
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| And it drives me crazy
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| This is how it feels to be the victim of a spell (victim of a spell)
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| So beautiful and tragic,
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| Poetic and romantic,
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| This is how it feels to be the victim of a spell
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| So beautiful and tragic,
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| Poetic and romantic,
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I can’t get her out of my head,
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| And it drives me crazy,
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| «That girl’s a trick», my friends said,
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| But she drives my crazy
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| Honey this is unkind,
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| You’re taking over my mind,
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| This’ll be my demise,
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| And I’ll take you out for a drive,
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| You’re taking over my mind,
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| And it drives me crazy |