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A rainy afternoon, spent in the warmest room |
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She lay before me and said |
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"Yes, it's true that I have seen some naked men" |
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As she made for the door leaving me on the floor |
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I wish I'd done biology |
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For an urge within me wanted to do it then |
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And here she comes again and I'm sitting on my hands |
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And she sings to me that siren song |
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Here she comes again and I'm biting my lip |
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But it won't be long |
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As brother Barry said when he married Marion |
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The wife has three great attributes |
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Intelligence, a Swiss army knife and charm |
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That's not enough sometimes and she did speak her mind |
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And told them all that she believed |
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The only way to disarm is to disarm |
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And here she comes again and I'm sitting on my hands |
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And she sings to me that siren song |
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Here she comes again and I'm biting my lip |
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But it won't be long |
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I know people whose idea of fun |
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Is throwing stones in the river in the afternoon sun |
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Oh, let me be as free as them, don't let her pass this way again, hey |
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Though you cannot be blamed but I've become inflamed |
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With thoughts of lust and thoughts of power |
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Thoughts of love and the thoughts of chairman Mao |
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We have such little time at your place or mine |
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I can't wait till we take our blood tests |
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Oh baby, let's take our blood tests now |
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And here she comes again and I'm sitting on my hands |
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And she sings to me that siren song |
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Here she comes again and I'm biting my lip |
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But it won't be long |
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Here she comes again and I'm sitting on my hands |
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And she sings to me that siren song |
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Here she comes again and I'm biting my lip |
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But it won't be long |
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Here she comes again and I'm sitting on my hands |
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And she sings to me that siren song |
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Here she comes again, I bite my lip and I'll take a chip |
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But it won't be long, it won't be long |
