I live on a small street,
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with very small shoes but in a big house,
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with a big wardrobe.
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I've got the whole world in my hands;
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it's a small world after all.
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And there's not much to say on five bucks a day,
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and there's no other way,
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so we're just hanging around.
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For the weekend to come we're all hungry
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and dumb for Friday.
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so Yeah, I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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We look like animals
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Seven days a weeek
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I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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I'm too polite
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and mabye you're too brief
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Please don't press that we dress,
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high heels and loud shoes are a mess step out with quiet feet.
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and now I'm pleased to meet;
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meeting is so hard to do when you're dead.
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so Yeah, I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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We look like animals
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Seven days a weeek
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I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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I'm too polite
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and mabye you're too brief
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Between a wink and an earthquake there are conversations
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and complications go on, on, and on I pretend that I understand my hands
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and the rest are only a test.
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To be paid to be pressed when we end we will be softly kissed.
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so Yeah, I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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We look like animals
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Seven days a weeek
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I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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I'm too polite
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and mabye you're too brief so Yeah, I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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We look like animals
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Seven days a weeek
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I feel electric
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Pink in the cheeks
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yeah yeah now what did you think that i would be feeling
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electric pink x4
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and i live on a small street stepping out with quiet feet
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Electric Pink
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| The Promise Ring |
