You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
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You're the one using me as a muse
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You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
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It's you and her and nobody else the lights are low and she's so ready
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You're already on your way to the door
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You're at the bar the tender gives you a free drink and winks, she's perfect
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You sweat bullets, spill the drink and you leave
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Everyone leaves the party except a gorgeous twenty something, you turn and run
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You call me up
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You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
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You're the one using me as a muse
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You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
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So the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship ritual
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A habitual nervous reaction
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Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on
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Inside your cluttered head
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You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
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You're the one using me as a muse
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You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
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What the hell are you talking about is that what you would say
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If I were to wonder out loud would it make you turn away
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Just a curious question
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If it was you and me and nobody else would you want me to want to be ready to go
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Would you want to take the lights down low
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You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
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You're the one using me as a muse
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You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
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Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on
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Hey it's just me, set yourself free
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Jet Pac
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| Eve 6 |
