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After the party |
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You took me back to your parlour. |
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A little nervous laughter |
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Locking the door. |
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My stockings fall |
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Onto the floor. |
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Desperate for more. |
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Nobody else can share this. |
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Here comes one and one makes one, |
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The glorious union. |
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Well it could be love, |
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Or it could be just lust, |
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But it will be fun. |
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It will be wonderful. |
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Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, |
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Feel it, my love. |
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Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, |
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Feel it, my love. |
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Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it, |
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Feel it, my love. |
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Feel it! |
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See what you're doing to me. |
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See what you're doing to me? |
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God, but you're beautiful, aren't you? |
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Feel your warm hand walking around. |
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I won't pull away. |
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My passion always wins. |
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Keep on a-moving in. |
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So keep on a-tuning in. |
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Synchronise rhythm now. |
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Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, |
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Feel it, my love. |
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Oh, feel it. Oh, oh feel it, |
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Feel it, my love. |
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Oh, I need it. Oh, oh, feel it, |
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Feel it, my love. |
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Feel it! |
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See what you're doing to me. |
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See what you're doing to me? |
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See what you're doing to me! |
