| Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, all right
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| The more tempting the forbidden fruit
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| The more illegal to give in
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| I made myself a salad
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| Of the sweetest seductions I long for
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| I’m in the middle of a harvest festival
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| Where I gorge myself with sin
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| There are so many of them now
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| I’m not regretting anymore
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| The more reasons there are there to sin
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| The smaller the sin is
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| I’ve tons of reasons to continue
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| In the direction I’ve already started
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| I’ve no will at all to stop
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| And no wish to relinquish
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| I’m totally within my right
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| To be delighted and light-hearted
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, all right
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| The more thorough thinking
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| The more likely this goes down the drain
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| So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Before this blessed moment has passed
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| I’m an innocent sufferer of elemental forces
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| I am not to blame
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| I can’t avoid what’s all-embracing
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| It cannot be bypassed
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, all right
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
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| Poppy Burt-Jones, all right |