Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don't need no invitation"
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Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
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I can see me in the morning; losing my direction
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Deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door
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I don't wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with you
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One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
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You think you're pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes
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Got no imagination to clutter up my head
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Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes
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Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged
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I can see me in the morning; avoiding your detection
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Slowly down the staircase, looking for the door
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All is fair in love and war but I don't want your love no more
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One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
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You're fragile and you're very green, conditioned by a milk machine
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Got no imagination. Got no imagination. No
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Take a walk, kid
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Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don't need no invitation"
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Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
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I can see me in the morning; losing my direction
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Deep inside my overcoat, footsteps for the door
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No Imagination
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Blondie |