| Every time I look up in my skylights |
| I see your face flashing through the dark of the night |
| And when I'm walking up and down the streets in the day |
| I hear your voice, loud above the roar of the crowd |
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| Whoa, if you knew what you were doing to me |
| You'd come rushing to my arms and hold me |
| And you'd whisper pretty little words to my ear, oh yeah |
| You'd groove me |
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| I said everything I want, wish and I hope for |
| Seems to revolve around the beauty of the soul that you are |
| And when the rain is pouring from the sky every day |
| That's how I'd feel if you're running away |
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| Oh, if you knew what you were doing to me |
| You'd come rushing to my arms, hold me |
| You'd whisper, oh yeah |
| You'd groove me, oh, oh |
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, oh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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| Every time I look up in my skylight |
| I see your, your face flashing through the dark of the night |
| And when I'm walking up and down the streets in the day |
| I hear your voice, loud above the roar of the crowd |
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| Whoa, if you knew what you were doing to me |
| You'd come rushing to my arms |
| You'd whisper pretty little words, oh yeah |
| You'd groove me |
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| Come on, whisper pretty little words |
| Good God, ooh yeah |
| You'd whisper pretty little words in my ear |
| And groove, ooh, ooh, hmm, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, mhm |
| I said you'd groove me |
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