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He was my lover, he was working undercover |
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The fellow knew all of the moves |
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He really had me romping, bare footing stomping |
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He just kept igniting my fuse |
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He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stocking |
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He would rock me with an optical illusion |
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And this ain't how I thought it'd be |
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He just kept on keeping me in a state of total confusion |
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He took me for a ride |
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And rattled me down to my shoes |
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But I found out |
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He was an undercover agent for the blues |
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He never really needed love from any direction no |
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I was just an innocent bystander |
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He just kept getting kinkier, hook, line and sinker |
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Just too hot to handle |
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He took me by storm |
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It must have been a season for the fools |
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So bad |
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He was an undercover agent for the blues |