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Something about the way you taste |
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Makes me want to clear my throat |
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There's a message to your movements |
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That really gets my goat |
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I looked for sniffy linings |
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But you're rotten to the core |
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I've had just about all i can take |
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You know i can't take it no more |
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Got a gut feeling |
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Centered 'round long time ago |
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On your ability to torment |
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Then you took your tongs of love |
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And stripped away my garment |
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Got a gut feeling |
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Slap your mammy down |
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Slap your pappy down again |
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Oh move it up and down now |
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Oh move it all around now |
