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The gentle art of conversation |
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Is deader than the Dead Sea Scrolls |
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We've become the weakest kind of nation |
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We're uncommunicating souls |
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No one talks, no one talks |
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It's something we seldom ever do |
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No one talks, no one talks |
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No one talks but you |
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Let's make love |
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Here we sit and we chatter |
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What are we thinking of? |
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Let's not make with the patter, baby |
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Let's make love |
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If you roar like a lion |
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I could coo like a dove |
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If you're sold, begin buying, babe |
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Let's make love |
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Gosh, it's hot |
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No, don't turn TV on |
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Instead just turn me on |
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I light up like neon |
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Just a tiny section of your affection |
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In my direction will do, ohh |
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You just love my embraces |
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'Cause they'll fit like a glove |
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We'll be off to the races maybe |
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Kiss me, baby |
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Let's make love |
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Don't just lay there |
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Honey, do something |
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Don't just contemplate me |
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Prove that you don't hate me |
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Come on, osculate me |
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Maybe moonlight trips with me |
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Come to grips with me |
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Lips to lips with me, do |
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You just love my embraces |
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'Cause they'll fit like a glove |
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We could get down to paces maybe |
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Kiss me, baby |
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Let's make love |
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My oh my but it's warm here |
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I sure wore a tight collar |
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Do you know a good doctor? |
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Let's make love |