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I try to walk away To prove I was in control Thereâ??s got to be a cure This canâ??t go on no more Dressed in black in the midday sun Break the ice and on the run Keep this up there wonâ??t be none I try to be real cool You lock me in a room You try to take off your dress We both know what happened next And when my skirt begins to ache I realize that itâ??s too late To love you like a chocolate cake Because we both know youâ??re my dream date Wear an old potato sack Trailer for a hat Haircut for a bowl Two eyes made of coal One two three, one two four The bees are hop, the bees are ho But thatâ??s one thing sheâ??ll never know |