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Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, |
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Distract me, stop me doing work I hate |
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Just to show him how it feels; |
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I walk past his desk in heels |
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One leg resting on the chair |
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From the side he pulls my hair. |
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[Chorus:] |
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Amy Amy Amy |
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Although I've been here before |
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Amy Amy Amy |
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He's just too hard to ignore |
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Masculine you spin a spell |
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I think you'd wear me well |
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Amy Amy Amy |
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Where's my moral parallel? |
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It takes me half an hour to write a verse |
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He makes me imagine it from bad to worse |
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My weakness for the other sex |
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Every time his shoulders flex |
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The way the shirt hangs off his back |
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My train of thought spins right off track |
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[Chorus] |
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His own style, right down to his Diesel jeans |
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Immobile, I can't think by any means |
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Underwear peeks out the top |
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I'll let you know when you should stop |
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From the picture my mind drew |
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I know I'd look good on you |
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[Chorus] |
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Creative energy abused |
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All my lyrics go unused |
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When I clock black hair blue eyes |
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I drift off I fantasize |
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[Chorus x2] |
