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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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The gentle art of conversation is deader than the Dead Sea scrolls. |
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We've become the weakest kind of nation. |
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We're uncommunicating souls. |
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No one talks. No one talks. |
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It's something we seldom ever do. |
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No one talks. No one talks. |
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(Marilyn Monroe) |
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No one talks but you. |
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Let's make love. |
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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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Here we sit and we chatter. |
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What are we thinking of? |
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Let's not make with the patter baby. |
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Let's make love. |
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(Marilyn Monroe) |
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If you roar like a lion, |
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I could coo like a dove. |
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If you're sold, begin buying babe. |
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Let's make love. |
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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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Gosh, it's hot. |
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(Marilyn Monroe) |
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No, don't turn tv on. |
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Instead just turn me on. |
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I light up like neon. |
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Just a tiny section of your affection in my direction will do. Ooh! |
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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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You just love my embraces |
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Cause they'll fit like a glove. |
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We'll be off to the races maybe. |
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(Marilyn Monroe) |
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Kiss me baby. |
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Let's make love. |
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Don't just lay there. |
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Honey, do something! |
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Don't just contemplate me. |
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Prove that you don't hate me. |
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Come on, osculate me. |
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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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Maybe moonlight trips with me |
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Come to grips with me |
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Lips to lips with me, do. |
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You just love my embraces. |
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(Marilyn Monroe) |
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Cause they'll fit like a glove. |
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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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We could get down to paces maybe. |
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(Marilyn Monroe) |
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Kiss me baby. |
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Let's make love. |
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(Frankie Vaughn) |
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My oh my but it's warm here. |
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I sure wore a tight collar. |
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Do you know a good doctor? |
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Let's make love. |
