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That night I couldn't sleep |
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Dressed up in bed |
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(He said be there this evening) |
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His brown eyes tortured me |
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With promises unsaid |
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Before long I was waiting for a cab |
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my stocking tops showed a blue garter bow |
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I knew he couldn't walk past |
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Straightning my nerves on gin |
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I caught his eye |
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(He said be there this evening) |
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The rooom began to spin |
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I had my opening line |
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"Is there a cure for my frustration?" |
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I asked my big infatuation |
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Stranger's kiss in late night bars |
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Please, infatuation, dance |
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In seconds space dissolved |
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He dissappeared |
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I watched the gossip girls begin to sneer |
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"She won't go home with him |
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Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more" |
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One! |
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He said with some relief he'd followed me last week |
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Two! |
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He saw me walking from the library to West Street |
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Three! |
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My back turned showing him the lighters of my thighs |
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Four! |
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I watched the girls, soaked up the envy in their eyes |
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I'm the topper of the Holiday Inn |
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Smoking Russians and drinking Pimm's when he walked in |
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Static sheets of acrylic silk |
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My stocking tops clasped my thighs and held me in |
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"Is there a cure for my frustration?" |
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I asked my big infatuation |
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Stranger's kiss in late night bars |
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Please, infatuation, dance |
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"Is there a cure for my frustration?" |
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I asked my big infatuation |
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Stranger's kiss in hotel bars |
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Please, infatuation, dance |
