You're my little love gun
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You're my beehive stinger
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I'll be you Braille if you'll
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read me every night.
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You are my cup of tea and
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I'll drink you very slowly.
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You are the church of love and
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suddenly I feeling holy.
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It's just like you to make me
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shiver when I'm sweating.
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It's just like you I'm pulling
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at my party frock.
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Its just like you to leave me
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shaking in my go-go boots.
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I've seen love it might be true.
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I've seen it it look just like you.
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You are my second skin.
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You're a birthday wish
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haven't eaten all day long and
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you're my favorite dish.
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You're the plug and I'm the socket
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I'm the moon and you're the rocket
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You can sing it you can talk it.
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You're the change in my back pocket.
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Angel, I feel I'm flying with the angels
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And on my naked back are soft white wings
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and they will fly me to my angel.
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You're a present in the past. I'll unwrap
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you save the paper, blinding my eyes with
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a blast. The devil and the saviour. You're
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the trash I should toss or the treasure
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I should savor. You are everything and less
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You're the rag and I'm the mess.
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Just Like You
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| Voice of the Beehive |
