Who is it tonight, Doctor Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?
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The bookshelf spins,
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when I pull the Websters from the third row,
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second from the right,
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and this is where the chemicals grow,
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this is where reactions flow,
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the dictionary chemical cookbook was meant to hook you into me.
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Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every chemical.
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Would you please put on your dance shoes? 'Cause I'm sick of dancin' alone.
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Who is it tonight, Doctor Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?
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Two hints lust, then I mix some charm with a dash of wits.
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Add some good looks and then, close the door and dim the lights.
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(This will finally be the night)
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where the dictionary chemical cookbook will finally hook you into me.
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Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every chemical.
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Would you please put on your dance shoes? 'Cause I'm sick of dancin' alone.
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Stolen everything you worked for,
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love was lost but better to remember,
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left side, left side suicide.
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Please take off your lab coat and kiss me as we roll,
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please put on your dance shoes and join me in this waltz.
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Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every chemical.
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Would you please put on your dance shoes? 'Cause I'm sick of dancin' alone.
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Please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll,
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please put on your dance shoes 'cause I'm sick of dancin' alone.
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Dance Halls Turn To Ghost Towns
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| The Audition |
