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Show me your hands! |
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I wanna know how you dance, pretty baby, by the light of the moon. |
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If you carry your lovers around in a heart like a tomb, with a view, |
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I wanna know how you lose, pretty baby, does it show in your eyes? |
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Were you born to be a runner, or are you a casual sigh? |
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Did the boys at school break your precious heart in two? |
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And in every sad, sad country song, |
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Is there a little bitty piece of 'em still hanging on? |
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Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine, my dear. |
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Then We'll bury these old ghosts here. |
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Where'd you get those eyes? |
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What do you see those eyes, pretty darling, in the dead of the night? |
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Are you saying your prayers or are you glowing like the metal on the edge of the knife? |
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Baby whose name sounds right on the lips of my Queen? |
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Am I speaking in riddles, or do you feel what I mean? |
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Are you dying to move, or are you dying to be the one moved? |
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And would you shake, shake, shake, shake Senora. |
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If I could make you feel like he used to make you feel. |
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I'll swing you a song and I'll dance you a dance my dear, |
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And we'll bury these old ghosts here. |
