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I could sing you round a pole, |
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I could talk you up a tree. |
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But when it comes to what really matters, |
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you are way more clever than me. |
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I know i wanted to be challenged, |
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but i was unclear about how. |
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So I'll be the guy with the toolbox, |
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and you'll be the funlovin' gal. |
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And I'll learn to fix stuff if you teach me to love. |
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And God will radiate out from within us |
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instead of this bullshit from above. |
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And we can dance around like monkeys |
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after the paparazzi have gone home, |
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having let go, forever, the phallacy of ever, being alone. |
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I could sing you round a pole, |
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like a ball at the end of a rope. |
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Have you duckin' and sluggin', |
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protecting your head. |
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But I've decided just to love you back instead. |
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'Cause I have studied my own pain |
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like an ambitious scientist, |
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and I've discovered it's all the same |
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and has nothing to do with this. |
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So I'll learn to fix stuff if you will teach me love. |
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And God will radiate out from within us |
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instead of this bullshit from above. |
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We can dance around like monkeys |
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after the paparazzi have gone home, |
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having let go forever, the phallacy of ever, being alone. |
