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Well I know it's the night |
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but have you gotta beat the daylights out of me |
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I'm getting so god-damned bruised |
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I'll soon be softer than a stoned cherry |
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And when you let your flesh creep over me |
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you know I don't know what's come over me |
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something about the way you drool and kiss |
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makes love seem nothing like this |
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You tear me up |
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you grab what's mine |
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you tear me up |
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every single time |
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you tear me up |
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what a hideous crime |
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you tear me up |
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you're a bloody swine |
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All this slurping and sucking |
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you know it's putting me off my food |
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you're noisier than a motorway |
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and about two times - three times as rude |
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You know you got such big eyes |
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they make me feel so small |
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my heart is only one mouthful |
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but you - you can have it all |
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You're just as hard as a pavement |
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and I don't know where my passion went |
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you think that maybe I could walk on you |
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you'd make a damned good anaesthetic - I'll say that for you |