| Tropic nights — hearts on fire
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| I feel a burning desire
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| You call me your turtle-dove
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| Under a moon of love
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| Dance with me, we’re on a spree, we’ll never be apart
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| Oh honeybee, take a chance on me
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| I knew it from the very start
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| Say: Nena nena oh nena na
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| You’re sweeter than the sweetest apple-pie
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| Oh nena nena oh ne na no
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| 'Cause I want you, want you to know
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| So very soon my heart goes boom boom
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| When ever it’s you walking by
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| Oh nena nena, the apple of my eye
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| Red red wine — pink champagne
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| And sweet words that drive me insane
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| Like «Quere me» et «Je t’adore»
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| My heart is aching for more
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| Dance with me, we’re on a spree, we’ll never be apart
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| Oh honeybee, take a chance on me
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| I knew it from the very start
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| Say: Nena nena oh nena na
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| You’re sweeter than the sweetest apple-pie
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| Oh nena nena oh ne na no
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| 'Cause I want you, want you to know
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| So very soon my heart goes boom boom
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| When ever it’s you walking by
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| Oh nena nena, the apple of my eye
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| Hot nights, get out of hand with you
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| Hot nights, we make a dream come true
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| Say: Nena nena oh nena na
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| You’re sweeter than the sweetest apple-pie
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| Oh nena nena oh ne na no
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| 'Cause I want you, want you to know
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| Say: Nena nena oh nena na
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| You’re sweeter than the sweetest apple-pie
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| Oh nena nena oh ne na no
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| 'Cause I want you, want you to know |