Ya I'll dance with you for a while
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But I'm not going to take you home
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I don't even know you last name
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Let me explain
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Been around the world a thousand times
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Been swept away on distant shores
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Bedded down with angels
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Drank their wine
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And always the conclusion is the same
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Making love is always grand
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But eventually
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Love ends a losing game
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So let's leave it alone
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I'm going home
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I'd rather sleep with myself tonight
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Where no one else can harm me baby no
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Oh Oh
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Although I'm really quite fond of you
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My best intentions never turn out right
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I'd rather sleep with myself tonight
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People think celibacy's a crime
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Not saying I won't love again
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But couldn't we just talk for a while
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And lately intimacy's got me down
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Been hurt so many times before
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Jumped the gun and ended up alone
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It may sound a little funny
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But you gotta know
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The information age
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Things move so fast
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Fax machines
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Computer screens
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Seems like love
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Is something of the past
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And modern girls
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Got one thing in their head
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Before you down your second drink
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You're in the cab
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And then you're in her bed
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So let's hold off on the sex play
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I don't even know your last name
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I'd rather sleep with myself tonight
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Where no one else can harm me baby no
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Oh Oh
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Although I'm really quite fond of you
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My best intentions never turn out right
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I'd rather sleep with myself tonight
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Sleep With Myself
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Prozzak |