Attract me, til it hurts to concentrate,
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Distract me, stop me doing work I hate
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And just to show him how it feels
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I walk past his desk in heels
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One leg resting on the chair
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From the side he pulls my hair.
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Amy Amy Amy
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Although I've been here before
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Amy Amy Amy
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He's just too hard to ignore
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Masculine you spin a spell
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I think you'd wear me well
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Amy Amy Amy
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Where's my moral parallel?
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It takes me, half an hour to write a verse
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He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
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My weakness for the other sex
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Every time his shoulders flex
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The way the shirt hangs off his back
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My train of thought spins right off track
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Amy Amy Amy
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Although I've been here before
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Amy Amy Amy
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He's just too hard to ignore
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Masculine he spins a spell
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I think he'd wear me well
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Amy Amy Amy
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So where's my moral parallel?
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His own style, right down to his Deisel jeans
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Immobile, I can't think by any means
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Underwear peaks at the top
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I'll let you know when you should stop
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From the picture my mind drew
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I know I'd look good on you
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Amy Amy Amy
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Although I've been here before
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Amy Amy Amy
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You're too hard to ignore
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Masculine you spin a spell
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I think you'd wear me well
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Amy Amy Amy
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So where's my moral parallel?
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Creative energy abused
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All my lyrics go unused
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When I clock black hair blue eyes
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I drift off I fantasize
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Amy Amy Amy
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Although I've been here before
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Amy Amy Amy
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He's just too hard to ignore
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Masculine he spins a spell
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I think he'd wear me well
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Amy Amy Amy
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So where's my moral parallel?
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Amy Amy Amy
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Although I've been here before
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Amy Amy Amy
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He's just too hard to ignore
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Masculine he spins a spell
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I think he'd wear me well
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Amy Amy Amy
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Where's my moral parallel?
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Amy Amy Amy (Outro)
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| Amy Winehouse |
