| I was on a personal quest
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| To burst a lung singing from the needles in my chest
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| And it was so bright and clear, not a cloud in the sky
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| And in the distance there’s a girl who’s trying to get high
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| And I don’t know if I was there or not
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| And I’m pretty sure I don’t remember anyone
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| But I’ve a vague recollection of pushing him away
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| As he came in close, hoping I’d make his day
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| You can be my fever boy
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| All night long
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| We’ll go tearing up the back seats
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| You’ve gotta gotta let me, ey oh, ey oh
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| And I’ll still be your bullet girl
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| All night long
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| It reminds me of the summer
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| When I didn’t know ya, ey oh, ey oh
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| Let’s get some sun
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| Let’s move somewhere with compulsory fun
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| I’m looking at the girl in the Afghan coat
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| And wondering whether she’s naked underneath it
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| Legs and arms go swingin'
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| So put your keys in the bowl and let’s begin
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| I’m not being funny
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| I don’t know how to be
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| It’s unfashionable
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| And that’s not me
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| You can be my fever boy
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| All night long
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| We’ll go tearing up the back seats
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| You’ve gotta gotta let me, ey oh, ey oh
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| And I’ll still be your bullet girl
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| All night long
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| It reminds me of the summer
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| When I didn’t know ya, ey oh, ey oh
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| Ooh, baby
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| You want a centerfold
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| Well I got things you’ve never seen
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| Waiting behind these doors
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| But you don’t push my pages
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| You haven’t loved in ages
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| I’m on a mission to change your mind
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| Tell me what your name is
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| I don’t even know your name
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| But I wanna get to know your friends
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| Hanging on to something more
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| But if you like it
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| If you like it
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| If you like it
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| If you like it
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| You gotta let me have it all
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| And I know
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| You can be my fever boy
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| All night long
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| We’ll go tearing up the back seats
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| You’ve gotta gotta let me, ey oh, ey oh
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| And I’ll still be your bullet girl
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| All night long
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| It reminds me of the summer
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| When I didn’t know ya, ey oh, ey oh |