| I just want some affection
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| I just want some affection
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| I don’t want no hoochie-coochie mama
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| No back door woman
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| No Queen Street sex thing
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| I want a tiger on bended knees
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| With all the kindness of the Japanese
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| I just want some affection
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| I wish I heard voices
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| Wish I was a telephone
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| Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah
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| Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah yeah
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| I said yeah, oh Karen!
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| I know this girl
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| This very special girl
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| And she works in a library, yeah
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| Standing there behind the counter
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| Willing to help
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| With all the problems that I encounter
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| Helps me find Hemingway
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| Helps me find Genet
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| Helps me find Brecht
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| Helps me find Chandler
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| Helps me find James Joyce
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| She always makes the right choice
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| She’s no queen, she’s no angel
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| Just a peasant from the village
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| She’s my god, she’s my god
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| She’s my g-o-d, she’s my god, yeah, yeah
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| She’s my g-o-o-d, yeah
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| Oh, she’s my god now
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| Yeah!
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| Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah
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| Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah yeah
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| Oh yeah, oh Karen!
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| And she stands there in the library
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| Like a nun in a church does
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| Like a nun in a church does
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| She stands there all alone
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| 'Cos she gets me something that I
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| Just can’t get now anywhere else
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| Cause the girls that I see
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| Walking around, yeah the ones I see
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| Walking on the street
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| Are so damn-da-da-da-damned cold
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| 'Cos they must have eskimo blood in their veins
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| And the one that I want
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| I just can’t see
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| I can’t see her there
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| I can’t see her anywhere
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| Alright!
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| Oh, Karen yeah-yeah…
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| Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen! |