Miami Beach, Ocean Drive,
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it was the hottest afternoon of all my life.
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She had a fast car, she was driving slow,
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there was one thing, I needed to know:
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"Where are you going to, what are you doin' with me?"
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She said: "Relax! It's 25 miles to Kissimmee"
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to Kissimmee, to Kissimmee...
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"Touch me", she said "I can't do that",
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I tried to say while she undressed me,
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I feel so bad, but i feel glad
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boom boom - sweet desire,
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don't set my heart of fire.
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Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"
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Don't you hear me say...
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"Touch me, right here", I said: "No my dear,
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I am a good man - why don't you understand
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that I'm not mad, we won't do that,
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I've got a family - so please don't touch me."
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Don't you hear me say: "don't do it!"
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Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"
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Don't you hear me say...
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Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me baby,
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kiss me, kiss me, Kissimmee.
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I don't need sentimental moonlight
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as long as you are here with me.
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Don't stop,
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kiss me,
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I feel dirty,
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but I feel good,
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baby you should
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not leave this car.
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I feel so wunderbar
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what do you do to me -
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baby touch me.
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Don't you hear me say:
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"do it!"
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Don't you hear me say:
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"do it!"
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Don't you hear me say:
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"do it!"
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Don't you hear me say...
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25 Miles To Kissimmee
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| Fool's Garden |
