| Well, the first time that I saw you
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| I could not speak a word
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| My tongue was tied in giant knots
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| I felt so disturbed
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| At the feeling rushing through me
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| The heat inside my veins
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| At the way my nerve ends tingle
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| Every time you call my name
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| Got a lust-ignited fever
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| And I can’t put out the flame
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| Next time that I saw you
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| I felt so at ease
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| You had a languid disposition
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| I had an willingness to please
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| And your candy-apple-red lips
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| Full of violets and sex
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| Had me harder than a coal train
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| Had my collar wringing wet
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| Know I’m gonna crash and burn
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| But I’m not finished yet
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| Well, my heart is pounding like a big bass drum
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| Excited at the thought I might get me some
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| Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue
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| Love you, little baby, like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun
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| You are a symphony of elegance
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| A masterpiece of grace
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| An animated work of art
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| Who’s acquired a taste
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| For the flesh of weaker lovers
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| Who lie down on their backs
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| To be ridden at your leisure
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| And be taken off like hats
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| I’m not here for you to walk on
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| And I’m not your welcome mat
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| Well, my heart is pounding like a big bass drum
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| Excited at the thought I might get me some
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| Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue
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| Love you, little baby, like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun
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| Ma-machine gun, yeah
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| Well, the first time that I saw you
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| I could not speak a word
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| My tongue was tied in giant knots
|
| I felt so disturbed
|
| At the feeling rushing through me
|
| The heat inside my veins
|
| At the way my nerve ends tingle
|
| Every time you call my name
|
| Got a lust-ignited fever
|
| And I can’t put out the flame
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| My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
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| Excited at the thought I might get me some
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| Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue
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| Love you, little baby, like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun
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| Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-machine gun
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| Ma-ma-ma-machine! |