Baby says she's dying to meet you
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Take you off and make your blood hum
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And tremble like the fairground lights
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Baby says if ever you see skin as fair
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Or eyes as deep and as black as mine
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I'll know you're lying
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Baby says, oh, how love romance I'll get
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From all your sleeping dogs you felt of God
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I'll get one yet
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Baby says for all I've forsaken, make something
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Of all the noise and the mess you're making
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And all the time's it's taken
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Baby says there's death in these silver curls
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That break up in jails, send you diving for pearls
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Without a care in the world
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Baby says she's dying to meet you
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Take you off and make your blood hum
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And tremble like the pinball lights
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Baby says, oh, how love romance I'll get
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From all your sleeping dogs you felt of God
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I'll get one yet
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Baby Says
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| The Kills |
