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You don't need no intuition |
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All you need is a beating heart, beating heart |
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Ain't no math you need to figure |
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Nothing here you can pick apart |
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Does it feel good to you, baby? |
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Does it feel good to you, baby?' |
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Cause it feels like it should |
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It's gonna feel so good, baby |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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Somebody's someone |
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These nights get so lonely |
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Just the candles and the moon |
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But as you're waiting for that someone |
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Someone's out there waiting for you, baby |
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It will feel so good to you, baby |
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It will feel so good to you, baby' |
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Cause if it feels just like it should |
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It's gonna feel so good, baby |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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It could be winter or summertime |
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Or the middle of the fall |
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But nothing will matter then |
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No, it won't matter at all |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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Somebody's someone |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
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You're gonna be someone's somebody |
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You're gonna be somebody's someone |
