boxed up your emotions,
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taped 'em up real good.
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tucked 'em up in some closet space,
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where i kinda figured you would.
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stole the key to your closet,
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intent on finding you out.
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opened up your box,
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and this is what it was all about.
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seems that i don't love you,
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like i used to do.
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but touchin' and lovin' and kissin' and huggin',
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ain't something we can't renew.
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'cause baby affection is a touchy subject.
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(repeat)
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so my moves were premeditated,
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i'd start with a kiss on the cheek.
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and if that went well i'd give you a hug that you'd feel all week.
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sneak up behind you quietly to get you all shook up.
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and i'd open my bottle of love and pour you more than just one cup!
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and then if i don't love you,
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like i used to do.
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but touchin' and lovin' and kissin' and huggin',
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ain't something we can't renew.
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'cause baby affection is a touchy subject.
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(repeat)
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Affection (Is A Touchy Subject)
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King Konga |