how could I be so scared,
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feeling like I did?
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with my feet touching your feet under your sheets,
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I was feeling like a prince,
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but you live on the mainland, and I¡¯m stuck on an island,
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and the distance makes me sick.
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that¡¯s why I dream of being able to touch you
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baby. this relationship
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is held together by weekends weeks apart
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and it¡¯s getting really bad.
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my teeth smile so seldom that it¡¯s tempting to grind them
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and Long Island makes me mad.
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it must be something that you do,3x
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¡®cus baby I am gripping the telephone.
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I am holding my plastic you
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as tight as I can.
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I am gripping the telephone.
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I am holding my plastic you.
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I won¡¯t let go.
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I hold this telephone
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feeling like a kid.
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it¡¯s like a microphone,
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try whispering secrets into it,
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and I am tied to the phone chord
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'cus you are on the other end.
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this is my millionth phone card.
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if I kiss you just pretend that you tasted me.
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it must be something that you do.
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i¡¯m in your mailbox.
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I got a little lonely at home.
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so open your mailbox.
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My Plastic You
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| The Stryder |
