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In your time the buck is everything |
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And I know most girls like diamond rings |
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There's no time just to sit and stare |
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You're in deep or in the cold somewhere* |
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Everybody wants to get a hold of me |
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To suck my blood away |
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They're all out to ruin my credibility |
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But that ain't it with me, boy |
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I just want your number |
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I want your number |
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Come on and write those 7 digits on my hand |
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Give me your number |
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When it comes to lovin' you're my man |
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There's hope when |
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I dream of you |
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Every night it's just the thing to do |
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So tender when we're one on one |
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A love so strong - |
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Till the tax man come* |
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Repeat** I want your number |
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Come on and write those 7 digits on my hand |
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Give me your number |
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When it comes to lovin' you're my man |
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I want your number |
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You can write it anywhere at all |
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Give me your number |
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Long at it's correct you'll get a call |
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Only 7 digits to love976-7 |
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EXYWhat a personality |
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Loaded with ability |
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So much sensuality |
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A living breathing entity |
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What is it specifically |
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Draws me irresistably |
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Something scientifically |
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Make him look good socially |
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In my eeys you're everything |
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So sweet - you're just a sexy thing |
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Every word, every plead |
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Should tell you how much |
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That I need you |
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Give me your number** |
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Repeat |
