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MOAN |
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Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch |
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I am safe, quaint and eloquent |
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But my bottom lip along with the top one too |
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Is chapped and it\'s all thanks to you |
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We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss |
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But it never came |
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And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss |
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It was but a game |
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You have a moan all of your own |
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And I can feel it down to the bone |
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You have a moan all of your own |
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And I can feel it down to the bone |
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(The bone, the bone) |
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You trained these lips when they were champs |
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And now they\'re itchin\' for a comeback |
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So come back |
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It\'s a shame that your claim to fame |
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Hangs on someone else\'s name |
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So come back |
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Such a task and this is such a blast |
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And such a task |
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And such a task and this is such a blast |
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And all that jazz |
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You have a moan all of your own |
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And I can feel it down to the bone |
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You have a moan all of your own |
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And I can feel it down to the bone |
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You have a dangerous face and illegal taste |
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And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade |
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Be patient |
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Behave |
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You have a dangerous face and illegal taste |
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And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade |
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Be patient |
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Behave |
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You have a dangerous face and illegal taste |
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And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade |
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Be patient |
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Behave |
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You trained these lips when they were champs |
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And now they\'re itchin\' for a comeback |
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You have a moan all of your own |
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And I can feel it down to the bone |
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You have a moan all of your own |
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And I can feel it down to the bone |