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The One Thing |
(a farriss & m hutchence)
Well you know just what you do to me
The way you move soft and slippery
Cut the night just like a razor
Rarely talk and that’s the danger
It’s the one thing
You are my thing
You know your voice is a love song
It’s a catcall from the past
There’s no ice in your lover’s walk
You don’t look twice ’cause you move so fast
You’ve got a dozen men behind you
You’ve got dead flowers on the floor
You’re too pretty in the daylight
It keeps them coming back for more
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