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You take my hand in yours
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You give a little squeeze
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I'm so glad to see we both agree
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I've been meaning to tell you these things for such a long while
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And it really means a lot to see your sympathetic smile
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You watch my mouth and my lips look so sweet
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You wonder what a tender kiss would do
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Would they tremble, would they melt?
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Would they push against your own?
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Or would they part and softly moan?
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Why do I get the feeling you're not listening to me?
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Haven't heard a word I said
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Why do I get the feeling you're not listening to me?
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You haven't heard a single word
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My eyes are bright and you watch them shine
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Is it a fire that could warm you tonight?
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Or is it a wicked little flicker that could burn you bad, Baby?
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A spark and a flash that could make you believe
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It's a glint of tenderness or a streak of cruelty
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By the time I've told you all the things I've had to say
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I'm feeling so relieved I give a little sigh
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And the swell of my breasts arouse such tenderness
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That's when you pull me to your chest and you start to kiss me
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From the bottom to the top
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Oh why do I, why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Oh why do I, why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling, get the feeling Why do I get the feeling
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Oh why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why do I get the feeling
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Why Do I Get The Feeling?
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| Michelle Shocked |
