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You're like perfection, some kind of holiday
You've got me thinking, that we can run away
You want I'll take you there
You tell me when and where
Ooohh oh oh
But then I, asked for your number
Said you don't have a phone,
It's getting late now
I've gotta let you know that
Everybody wants to take you home tonight
But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine
Don't stop doing what you're doing
Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it
Don't stop, 'cause you know that I like it
Every time you walk in the room you got all eyes on you
And you know it, know it, know it
You come in close now, swear I can taste it,
