| She seen my momma, took me to delights.
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| She go dizzy without warning.
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| She wrap you up, like a Saturday night
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| Show you until the morning.
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| You can hear the angels singing,
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| at the admiral Amsterdam.
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| Lyin on a naked bed,
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| Hear the radio jam.
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| No more sleeping, cos this is the real deal.
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| No more talking, cos this is the real deal.
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| I won’t be forsaken, cos this is the real, real, real deal, baby.
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| No more fakin', cos this is the real deal, baby.
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| She spins me round like a donkey by the tail,
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| She has a mystical power.
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| She points her finger to the gunpowder trail,
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| I think I’m climbing higher.
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| You can hear the angels singing,
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| at the admiral Amsterdam.
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| Spread out here on the naked sheet,
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| Listening to the radio jam.
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| No more sleeping, cos this is the real deal, yes it is.
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| I ain’t for fakin' it, cos this is the real deal.
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| I ain’t forsakin', cos this is the real deal, baby.
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| No more fakin', cos this is the real deal, the real deal, baby.
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| And we said goodbye to the morning,
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| And the fallen sky.
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| The meanest year we ever saw,
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| before we said goodbye.
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| Goodbye.
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| This is the real deal, oh yeah.
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| This is the real deal, baby.
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| This is the real deal,
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| Accept no substitute.
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| This is the real deal.
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| This is the real deal. |