gravy fries
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and dirty lollipops
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i love the way that sounds
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and everything else you said.
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i read your letter
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on sunday morning in one
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of those "cheesequake-type"
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rest areas that jersey is so famous for
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on the border of delaware
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too far away to turn back
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and give you that kiss
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that i was waiting for you to ask for
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and that you deserved.
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If only just for having lips like that.
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If only you made one gesture
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or sat a little closer.
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Touched my arm or
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looked at me for longer
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than what's appropriate i would been all over you.
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I guess my vibe was not
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as powerful as i had thought it was
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or you wouldn't have been able to
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resist my charms.
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I've listened to your tape a million times (okay, not that many but a whole lot)
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over the past few days, actually its in my tape player right now.
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I wanted to hear what you sounded like in arizona. Where its warmer.
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>nathan ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Gravy Fries and Dirty Lollipops
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| Feeling Left Out |
