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This is your brain makin' everything make sense, |
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Countin' those nickels and dimes. |
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This is your brain balancin' on the fence, walkin' that logical line. |
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This is your brain got it all under control, both hands on the wheel. |
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Stay in your lane, keepin' it tame, this is your brain. |
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Then she walks right by and that all goes out the window, |
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And your I |
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Q starts to dwindle, at the mention of her name. |
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And she winks and smiles and your heart starts over loadin' |
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And you're crazy over everything she does. |
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You ain't insane, this is your brain, on love. |
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This is your brain buddy you can handle this, |
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Gotta just get a grip. |
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This is your brain man there ain't a woman alive, |
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That you can't resist. |
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This is your brain baby, just slow on down, |
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Don't want to jump the tracks. |
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You can refrain, keep it contained, this is your brain. |
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Then she walks right by and that all goes out the window, |
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And your I |
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Q starts to dwindle, at the mention of her name. |
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And she winks and smiles and your heart starts over loadin' |
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And you're crazy over everything she does. |
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You ain't insane, this is your brain, on love. |
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You think that you're too clever now, to ever fall again, |
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And your medulla oblongata says, boy get out while you can |
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Then she walks right by and that all goes out the window, |
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And your I |
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Q starts to dwindle, at the mention of her name. |
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And she winks and smiles and your heart starts over loadin' |
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And you're crazy over everything she does. |
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You ain't insane, this is your brain, on love. |
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You ain't insane, this is your brain on love. |
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Sweet love. |
