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She got more than she can show |
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She got love for me to know |
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She got shadows on the floor |
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They're waiting |
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I can never understand |
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She's got a magic rubber band |
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That pulls me back into her hand |
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I'm never really free |
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All my fingers need to taste |
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Is just the skin around her waist |
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There's a war paint on that pretty face |
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but I'm ready. |
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh. |
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh. |
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She think that she can define me |
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With a word, sort of refine me |
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Well I'm really, really really fine with that. |
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I can be her evening laughter |
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I can be her morning after |
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I can be like me but tougher |
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If that's what she needs |
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I got more than she believes |
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I got chlorophyll in my leaves |
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I let out the oxygen she breathes |
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But she don't know. |
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh. |
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh. |