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You and I together, with nothing showing at all, |
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In a darkened cinema, I'll give you pleasure in the stalls. |
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Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too. |
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If it's through clenched teeth, that's what you driven me to |
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I want us to be lovers |
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I want us to be friends |
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Want it like; it's the living end. |
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Keep me away from her. |
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With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt, |
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Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built. |
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There's white magic, and bad rock'n'roll, |
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Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul. |
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The velvet curtains |
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The Chinese bell |
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With friends like these; you're damned as well. |
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Keep me away from her. |
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Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act. |
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You are reading me poetry, that's Irish, and so black. |
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I know you're warm, the warmest person alive, |
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But are you warm, deep down inside? |
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I want us to be lovers |
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I want us to be friends |
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Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends. |
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Keep me away from her. |
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Baby, I'm lonely. |
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You're on the road with a bad crowd. |
