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Hall And Oates

Easy, ready, willing, overtime When does it stop, where do you dare me to draw the line? You've got the body, now you want my soul Don't even think about

list And I couldn't stop myself, think of nothing else When we parked the car, they were playing that song And we turned it up to ten and started up again And

lines when you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know what my head overlooks The senses will show to my heart When it's watching for lies and

pace face to face No one even trying to score, oh And oh, oh, I can feel the magic of your touch And when you move in close a little bit means so much And

Everybody's high on consolation Everybody's trying to tell me what is right for me, yeah I need a drink and a quick decision Now it's up to me, ooh, what

lost inside of you And that's what hurts Yeah and that's the catch But the hearts not good at holding back It's a blessing and a curse And I don't know

weak meet the soft And the heat blinds your eyes Left to right up and down it's picture postcard time Hear the sounds save the image in my mind Cold Dark and

mother One bad turn deserves another 'Cause I've been cursed with your infection Makin' my head hurt makin' my eyes burn You've taken me in the wrong direction And

And Love What else could l be dreaming of The place, the chance, the feeling of London, Luck And Love What else could I be dreaming of London and Love