I thought I had a lot
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I opened my eyes at eight
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It's past one
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And I never said good morning
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Hold on there
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Wait
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Don't run away I'm only talking
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Don't move a finger for one kiss
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You can take all my pretty moonlight
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That's money to me
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Take charge of my reasoning
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Hold on
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Take a hold of me
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Make the body beautiful
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A huge old barrel
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Rust my car if you must
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Just don't go giving too much of yourself
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To everyone
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I swear
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Turn my body into dust
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Just show me a clean face
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Clean as can be
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Either keep your hands to yourself
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Or stretch out and give them to me
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Need much more from you
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Than twenty four hours
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So much I don't have to rush
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Just don't go promoting yourself to everybody
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I'll sell my soul for your trust
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There's so much that I want to do
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All I need is time
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No cost to you if you just go 'bout
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Your business
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And leave me alone to unwind
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For a long time
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Body To Dust
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| Joan Armatrading |
