The boys who kiss and bite,
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They are the brilliant ones who speak and write with silver luck.
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They sing in clever tongues,
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Oh how my knees go weak to be the one.
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She kicks and bucks.
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Always quick to follow.
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The boys are too refined.
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Won't matter tomorrow.
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Oh, to be in his mind.
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And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
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I'll let myself be taken just for the thrill.
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And if I'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands,
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I will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance.
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To daddy singing sweet, a lullaby to all his credit speak, his golden light.
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To the edge with a car, he sent it off a cliff just for the spark,
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to hell with why.
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Always quick to follow.
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The boys are too refined.
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Won't matter tomorrow.
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Oh, to be in his mind.
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And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
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I'll let myself be taken just for the thrill.
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And if I'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands,
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I will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance.
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And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
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I'll let myself be taken just for the thrill.
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And if I'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands,
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I will be sure we shake the mountains while we....
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And if the timing is right to sneak off into the night,
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I'll let myself be taken just for the thrill.
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And if I'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands,
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I will be sure we shake the mountains while we dance.
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The Boys Are Too Refined
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| The Hush Sound |
