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Out of tune
It's no ideal
Cannot prove
But i can squeal
Stick into
Frozen meal
Touching you
Magnetic field
Take the loo
Bruise the fruit
Forget what to say
Call your bluff
Get away
Clear the room
Watch them reeling
Sex is soon
But first the feeling
Out of tune
It's so ideal
Clear the room
And watch them real
Take the loo
Bruise the fruit
Forget what to say
Call your bluff
Get away
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