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I love the way you move your body |
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I love the way you move your hips |
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I love the way you dancing upon my chest |
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And the sugar that is dripping from your lips |
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I said I love the way you move your body |
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But your eyes are always twitching when you gaze |
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Like someone tied your laces way too tight |
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Now the ribbon from your hair are is in your face |
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And now I'd love to dress you opp like my harlequin dolls |
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And put you on the ledge where you belong |
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With mairzy doats and little lamzy divey |
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Let's hold each others hand and sing a song |
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Oh just shake your head and praise the dead |
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I'll tell you I love you even though your heart is made of styrofoam |
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I'll cover up your stitches all the 67 inches and put you in the play |
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Let's spread the word anc get together for a dance with the cookieman |
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Oh just shake your head and praise the dead |
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I'll tell you I love you when the batteries are pumping through your plastic bones |
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Now I'll cover up your stitches all the 67 inches and put you in the play |
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Let's spread the word and get together for a dance with the cookieman |
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Let's get together |
