(J. Crawford)
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Back against the darkest wall
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Knowing that it dare not fall
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The mannequin is real
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The hair across his empty eye
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Says careful mystery is mine
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Hide and seek if you desire
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I started with hello
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By chance are you alone
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Silence turned my eyes onto my feet
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Sorry to disturb
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Losing all my nerve
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As I walked away he grabbed my arm
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Turned me around and said
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Try this
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Sex me, talk me
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Sex me, talk me
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Whirling dervish careless whirl
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Dancing wildly for the girls
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Challenged by the sudden change
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Attention for a baby's cry
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Turning eyes to he and I
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A smile says the joke's on me
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We sat down again
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His eyes took me in
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Was I having a good time
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I said hey Mr. Man
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I don't understand
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A finger on my lips said stop
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A hint is left but never dropped
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Try this
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Sex me, talk me
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Sex me, talk me
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Driving home in silent car
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I wonder just how much how far
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At my place the engine ran
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Would you like to come inside
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He flashed that smile
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No thanks maybe another time
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And as he pulled away he cried
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Try this
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Sex Me, Talk Me
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Berlin |