Anyone
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I won't cry
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Anyone would rather
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Shift their eyes
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Than open up their leather
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But you, you seem to be the one
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So try me please
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I'm a better dancer
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Than it seems
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The lightest floating feather
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Is how I feel when I¡¯m with you
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So now that I know you
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I'm ready to show you
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How good I feel
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'Cause anyone can see through me
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But you're not anyone
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Blaring car horns howl
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Through feedback from this city
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But I don't hear it now,
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The chaos that surrounds me
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No, you, you hold my mind's desire
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You give me shelter
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From all that's done un-pretty
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My sold-out, felt-up
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Retreated little secrets
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Are tucked inside the warmth of you
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So now that I know you
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I'm ready to show you
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How good I feel
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'Cause anyone can see through me
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But you're not anyone
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It's been a long time a long time
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I've walked alone, I¡¯ve warmed to it
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But now I slip right in
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I'm ready to start to be ready
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So hold me now
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You who came in pieces
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'Cause I like whole pies
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Underdone a little
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But I feel how you burn inside
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So now that I know you
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I'm so ready to show you
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How good I feel
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'Cause anyone can see through me
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But you're not anyone
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Anyone can see through me
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But you're not anyone
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Anyone can see through me
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But you're not anyone
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Anyone
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| Joan As Policewoman |
