(Agnetha Faltskog / Bosse Carlgren)
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You're not the good kind, the soft and sweet kind
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I don't think mom would like your smile.
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The way my ears ring, the way my arms cling
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I know that your kind drives me wild.
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Golliwog,
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Oooh the way you kiss is really slap-dash, Golliwog.
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Love me, love me!
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Fire, fire,
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Something's burning, something's burning,
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Something's burning, oooh, something's burning!
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I know that you're a brute
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Always raw and rude and crude,
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But wow, your cheeky ways get me right in the mood!
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Yeah, you do make me feel all right
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So please just hold me, hold me tight,
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You can stay here with me, you can stay here with me,
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Tell me please that you'll stay all night.
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You're not the true kind, the only-you kind
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I guess my mom would say you're bad.
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The way you make love, the way you take love
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I know that your kind drives me mad.
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Golliwog,
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Oooh the way you kiss is really slap-dash, Golliwog.
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Love me, love me!
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Fire, fire,
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Something's burning, something's burning,
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Something's burning, oooh, something's burning!
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I know that you're a brute
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Always raw and rude and crude,
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But wow, your cheeky ways get me right in the mood!
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Golliwog
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Agnetha Faltskog |