My heart is like an artichoke
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I eat petals myself one by one
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Until I feel enough
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Until I lose to laugh
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When I end to eat the last one
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I will tear my drops
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I will lose my lips
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Though I can't stop plucking off
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I can't see my core
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I keep asking for you more and more
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Can you peel my petals one by one?
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Your hands are like a rusty knife
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Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
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Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
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Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
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What am I gonna be on the pan?
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Will I be burnt black?
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Can you squeeze a lemon on me?
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A lemon on me?
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Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel
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Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste
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Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel
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Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste.
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Artichoke.
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| Cibo Matto |
