(Don King, David Woodward)
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Some come for the music
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Some for romance
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You gotta be with the boy that brought you to the dance
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Then across the room comes a casual glance
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And you be making some dime even half the chance
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Now some like to look
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And some like to touch
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All the things that they can't have
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Way too much
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Some like to get real close to the flame
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once you feel the heat
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You know they're never the same
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Why do we want
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What we know we can't have
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Why don't we want
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What's in the palm of our hands
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Why we always looking
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At what's just out of our grasp
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Why do we want
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What we know we can't have
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Well Susie was out driving her new corvette
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She hadn't made that second payment yet
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She rear ended a Semi
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But not by choice
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She was a rubbernecking a new Rolls Royce
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Repeat Chorus x2
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Why Do We Want What We Know We Can't Have
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| Reba Mcentire |
