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when you hear the way the others talk it makes you wonder what they bothered for when you see the way opinion swings it makes you strive strive strive for greater things i wasn't born to be good enough for you i am here to be nobody's fool when you see the way that loose lips talk it makes you cry cry cry for it all to stop i would like to invite you to my mother's house to my bedroom to play those old records we know all the words to and i would like you to kiss me to crush me to lick me till i beg you to stop till you drive me crazy that's all it take a subtle movement that's all it takes to make the programme when you hear the way loose lips talk it makes you wonder what you bothered for when you see the way opinion swings it makes you strive strive strive for greater things that's all it takes a subtle movement that's all it takes to make the programme
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