| On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
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| Between your thighs I feel a sensation
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| How long can I resist the temptation?
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| I’ve got my bird, you’ve got your man
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| So who else do we need, really?
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| Now I’m here, I may as well put my other hand in yours
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| While we decide how far to go and if we’ve got time to do it now
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| And if it’s half as good for you as it is for me Then you won’t mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while
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| Till all the thing I want is need
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| You are the thing I are, I knew
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| I want you more than ever now
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| We’re on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure
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| That 'cause now we’ve agreed, that we got what we need
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| Then all the thing us needs is wanting
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| I realized when I saw you last
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| We’ve been together now and then
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| From time to time — just here and there
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| Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
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| To have you haunt the horns of my dilemma
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| — Oh! |
| Wait a minute! |
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| Over — up — over — up… down
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| Down — over — up — over… up Living can be lovely, here in New York State
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| Ah, but I wish that I were home
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| And I wish I were home again — back home again, home again
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| There are places and people that I’m so glad to have seen
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| Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again
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| Back home again
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| The sun shines here all summer
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| It’s nice 'cause you can get quite brown
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| Ah, but I miss the rain — ticky tacky ticky
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| And I wish that I were home again — home again, home again…
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| Living is easy here in New York State
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| Ah, but I wish that I were home again
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| Back in West Dulwich again
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| Just before we go on to the next part of our song
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| Let’s all make sure we’ve got the time
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| Music-making still performs the normal functions —
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| background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching
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| That’s all right by me, don’t think that I’m complaining
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| After all, it’s only leisure time, isn’t it?
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| Now I love your eyes — see how the time flies
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| She’s learning to hate, but it’s just too late for me It was the same with her love
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| It just wasn’t enough for me But before this feeling dies
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| Remember how distance can tell lies!
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| You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you?
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| You’re awfully nice to me and I’m sure you can see what her game is She sees you in her place, just as if it’s a race
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| And you’re winning, and you’re winning
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| She just can’t understand that for me everything’s just beginning
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| Until I get more homesick
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| So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies…
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| Singing a song in the morning
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| Singing it again at night
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| Don’t really know what I’m singing about
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| But it makes me feel all right |