| You don’t have to call me, I’ve got your number
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| But you won’t see me 'til you slumber
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| Think of us, a blackbird and a dove
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| Oh, let me be your incubus of love
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| If Madame is feeling cautious
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| Drift into the arms of Morpheus
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| And link us like the hand is to the glove
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| Oh. |
| let me be your incubus of love
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| I’m going to come for you
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| Like a thief in the nighttime
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| (He's going to creep up to your side)
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| I’m going to bring relief to you at the right time
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| (There's no place that you can hide)
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| Oh, let me be the one you’re thinking of
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| Oh, let me be your incubus of love
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| I’ll be yours until Aurora
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| Lights the morning with her aura
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| That rosy-fingered nimbus from above
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| Oh, let me be your incubus of love
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| (He's going to come for you
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| Like a thief in the nighttime)
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| I’m going to creep up to your side
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| (He's going to bring relief to you at the right time)
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| There’s no place that you can hide
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| Oh, let me be the one you’re thinking of
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| Oh, let me be your incubus of love
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| Oh, let me be your incubus of love |