Why do you treat me so good
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With all the love that you have?
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You chase me into the wood
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And feed my baby-bird mouth
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I turn my back for a moment
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And all the love starts to swell
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Don't need no pill to take me under
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And love you so well
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Wake up and sing
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Wake up dancing
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Wake up and sing
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How dare you be you, how dare I be me?
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The two of us lost in our own fantasy
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Oh, Bangladesh, you're all I think of
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And nothing, oh, nothing is ever enough
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Wake up and sing
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Wake up dancing
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Wake up and sing
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Wake up and sing
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Wake up dancing
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Wake up and sing
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Why do you treat me so good
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With all the mess that I'm in?
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I feel the reach of the cue
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Whenever we begin
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You shoot your ball in my pocket
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And all the love starts to swell
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One good reason to get under
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And love you so well
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Wake up and sing
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Wake up dancing
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Wake up and sing
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Oh, Bangladesh, how could you believe
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There's nowhere on Earth that I'd rather be?
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With Hell down below and Heaven above
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And nothing, oh, nothing
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Nothing, oh, nothing
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(Wake up dancing)
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Nothing
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(Wake up and sing)
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Is ever enough
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Oh, Bangladesh
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| Liz Phair |
