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Introducción:
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Forget about her eyes that dance around like diamonds in the night
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Forget about her hair that cascades like a fountain in the moonlight
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And don?t think that her sweet lips that leave me just as drunk as any wine
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Though her body is immortal, I love her mind
She always thinks of new ways to take me from the heat into the fire
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Just when I think I?ve figured her out, she comes up with a new game
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Something she made up in that pretty head
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And when I can no longer hold out and I?m meltin? there in her flame
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She takes my hand and leads to that feather bed, oh, that bed
Oh it?s always to dwell on all the things that can be seen