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Something about you
It’s like an addiction
Hit me with your best shot honey
I’ve got no reason to doubt you.
‘Cause certain things hurt,
And you’re my only virtue.
And I’m virtually yours.
(And you keep coming back, coming back again.)
(Keep running round, running round,
running round my head.)
And there’s certain things that I adore.
And there’s certain things that I ignore.
But I’m certain that I’m yours.
Certain that I’m yours.
