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Is the passion all gone? |
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Or is it still newly wed? |
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If all this heat's doing |
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Is making us stick to the bed |
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Then there is no life to revive |
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But if the hunger's still there |
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Buried somewhere inside |
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Covered up by the boredom |
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We've been trying to hide |
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Then dig it up and devour |
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And it seem more like a song |
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And less like it's math |
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If you pull on my hair |
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And bite me like that |
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And it seem more like a song |
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And less like it's math |
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If you pull on my hair |
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And bite me like that |
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And it seem more like a song |
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Yea more like a song |
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And the truth is that |
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I can't hardly wait |
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I don't care if we stay up too late |
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Don't answer the phone |
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Don't answer the phone |
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And it seem more like a song |
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And less like it's math |
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If you pull on my hair |
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And bite me like that |
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And it seem more like a song |
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And less like it's math |
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If you pull on my hair |
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And bite me like that |
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And bite me like that |
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And bite me like, scratch me like that |
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And the truth is that |
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I can't hardly wait |
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And it's so bad, |
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I can't concentrate |
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Don't answer the phone |
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Don't answer the phone |
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And it seem more like a song |
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And less like it's math |
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If you pull on my hair |
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And bite me like that |
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It seem more like a song |
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And less like it's math |
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If you pull on my hair |
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And bite me like that |
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And bite me like that |
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Scratch me and bite me |
