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It sets me off to see the people |
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Always so easy to play |
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I'd rather keep my head down |
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Carry out the rest of my day |
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Somethin' 'bout the way that |
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People love their harm |
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I've got an eye for trouble |
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And that's what keeps me up in arms |
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You've got this thing about you |
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That keeps me on the edge of my seat |
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'Cause every time you smile |
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I can tell you're just showing your teeth |
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It bothers me to notice |
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But it sure seems you like that game |
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Surprises me every time |
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But really it's just the same |
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You handle everything and everyone |
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With that velvet glove |
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But when you take it off |
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I can see your skin is not enough |
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There's something there about you |
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Like an animal ready to feed |
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And every time you smile |
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I can tell you're just showing your teeth |
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Speak a little softer now |
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Or maybe just use your eyes |
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Pull her in around you |
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Using love as your disguise |
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There's danger in everything |
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You say and do |
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I guess we're not so different |
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And that's what makes me blue |
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The funny thing about it is |
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I know you got what I need |
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When every time you smile |
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I can tell you're just showing your teeth |
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Yeah, every time you smile I can tell |
