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You, where the hell did you come from? |
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You were a different, different kind of fun |
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And still used to feel it now |
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Now, I got pins and needles on my tongue |
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Anticipating what's to come |
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Like a finger on a loaded gun |
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I can feel it rising |
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Temperature inside me |
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Haven't felt for a long time |
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Your hands on my hips |
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And my kiss on your lips |
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And I could do this for a long time |
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I can feel it rising |
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Temperature inside me |
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Haven't felt for a long time |
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Your hands on my hips |
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And my kiss on your lips |
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And I could do this for a long time |
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I, I wasn't even gonna go out |
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But I never would have had a doubt |
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If I don't know where I'd be know |
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Now, I got pins and needles on my tongue |
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Anticipating what's to come |
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Like a finger on a loaded gun |
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I can feel it rising |
|
Temperature inside me |
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Haven't felt for a long time |
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Your hands on my hips |
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And my kiss on your lips |
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And I could do this for a long time |
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I can feel it rising |
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Temperature inside me |
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Haven't felt for a long time |
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Your hands on my hips |
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And my kiss on your lips |
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And I could do this for a long time |
