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Da da da duh duh |
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Da's and duh's |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie |
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The city comes alive |
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It sails in the night |
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It's wounded with desire |
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Oh cherie |
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We won't question the fire |
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Or what its warmth subside |
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For you a vintage life |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie cherie |
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Don't you know the heat can be a kiss or a killer? |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie cherie |
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Don't you know the heart can be a fist or infinite? |
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Oh cherie |
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Da da da duh duh |
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Da dad a duh duh |
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Da's and duhs |
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Oh cherie |
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I am the tiger's eye |
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And you the youth that hides |
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And raptured of the wild |
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Oh cherie |
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And with the final flame |
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The wrath to shrieking pain |
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Your tutor feels the same |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie cherie |
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Don't you know that heat can be a kiss or a killer? |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie cherie |
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Don't you know the heart can be a fist or infinite? |
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Oh cherie |
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(Don't you know that he can be a kiss or killer?) |
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(Oh cherie) |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie |
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Oh cherie |
