| You look just like Mona Lisa, baby
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| Have you got somethin' up your sleeve?
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| You got your arms folded and your legs propped up
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| Oh, I must say, you’re lookin' relieved
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| Was there some tension eased up on us, baby?
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| Like two plates shiftin' on a fault?
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| They sold Van Gogh’s Sunflowers the other day
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| Some guy stuck 40 million in a bank vault
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| One kiss and we’re on our own
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| One kiss it can mean so much
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| One kiss and we’re almost home
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| One kiss that’s the final touch
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| They shot that Galileo off to Jupiter
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| We’ll have some pictures in about six years
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| Gonna stomp anything the Voyager sent back
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| 'Cause Galileo dreamed it, it’s here
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| Now Ralph Kramden never sent Alice to the moon
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| But you know he wanted to
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| But havin' a good friend like Norton to ease the pressure
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| Would it really work wonders on a fella’s point of view?
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| One kiss and we’re on our own
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| One kiss it can mean so much
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| One kiss and we’re almost home
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| One kiss that’s the final touch
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| Oh, it’s bringin' me to my knees
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| They lost all those kine scopes
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| Oh, all of those memories
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| Doin' the cool jerk together
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| Let’s outlive our usefulness, baby
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| Let’s stay in our own skin too long
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| Till we’re so wrinkled all the hatch lings just laugh at us
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| As they crack out of their eggshells at the break of dawn
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| We’ll say, «Oh are y’all just getting home
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| From a long night of self abuse?»
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| Well, me and the missus we were just gettin'
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| The coffee pot to perk
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| Yeah, it’s a dirty job but ya know
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| We’re still livin' it and lovin' it
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| You kids let us know
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| When you’re finished with your artwork
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| One kiss and we’re on our own
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| One kiss it can mean so much
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| One kiss and we’re almost home
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| One kiss that’s the final touch
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| One kiss and we’re on our own
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| One kiss it can mean so much
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| One kiss and we’re almost home
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| One kiss that’s the final touch |