Don't need a reason to
Do the things that I do
No need to impress you
Just wanna undress you
I really love your shoes
You still kick Kangaroos
And the way you comb your hair
Like it's 1982
I don't live to break the rules
I just want to make you drool
'Cause baby I come equipped
With every kind of tool
A midnight interlude
I'll lick your attitude
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