hey love,
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where'd you get those bright blue shoes?
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instead of love songs i see you like to dance the blues
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you're a star in the lights in the middle of the night
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all the boys are coming out
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well now, the news has gotten around
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with your see-through lace and your china doll face
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you're the new talk of the town
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the suits with their mills show their their love in dollar bills
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and they're glad to give it out
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well, you shook down Cincinnati on your way from Milan
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all the sharks down in Miami are still wondering where you've gone
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when they ask a chance for romance and a place to call your home
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you say a week's eight days too long
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hey love,
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see i've got my eye on you
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i don't want your skin for money but i haven't got a clue why i can't keep my mind free of thinking you're divine
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i think it's best i get out now.
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well, you shook down Cincinnati on your way from Milan
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all the sharks down in Miami are still wondering where you've gone
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when they ask a chance for romance and a place to call your home
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you say a week's eight days too long
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hey why don't you pour me up a drink of special love songs?
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you know the kind that make you think about a harlot in the night drenched in black light
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am i ever going to get out?
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no one sees the way
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you're an elegant minx not an average kink who would sell a cheap foreplay
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you're my lady, you're my star, you're my shangrila di da
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so i'm never coming out!
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Hey Love
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| We Are The Fury |
