She feels good, she feels good
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Candy cane, eyes, black licorice
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Lipstick, teeth that you can't forget
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Yeah, yeah, yeah and you won't regret
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Come on, come on, come on
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Smoke, screen, stare like cellophane
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All wrapped up inside my brain
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Hey, hey, hey, can't get away
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Oh, come on, come on, come on
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She feels good, she feels good
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She feels good
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So let everybody know I'm better giving up
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Feel stoned, I feel stoned
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Telephone booth and a living room
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Better hurry up 'cause I'm coming soon
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Oh, oh, oh, it's just me and you
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Come on, come on, come on, yeah
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She feels good, she feels good
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She feels good
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So let everybody know I'm better giving up
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Feel stoned, I feel stoned
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Yeah, I want you all the time
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Got to make you mine, make me feel so high
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Yeah, just say you want my time
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Say yeah, yeah, yeah
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She feels good, she feels good
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She feels good
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So let everybody know I'm better giving up
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Feel stoned, I feel stoned
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I feel stoned, I feel stoned
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Stoned
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| The Downtown Fiction |
