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Pull My Hair
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly-wed?
If all this heat's doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there's no life to revive
But if the hunger's still there
Burried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
We've been trying to hide
Then dig it up
And devour
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
Yeah more like song
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
I don't care if we stay up too late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it'll seems more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
and bite me like that
It'll seems more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
And bite me and scratch me like that
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
And It's so bad I can't concentrate
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seems more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
And scratch me and bite me like that
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And scratch me and bite me like that
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
When you pull on my hair
And less like it's math
It'll seems more like a song
And bite me like that
When you pull on my hair
And less like it's math
And it'll seem more like a song
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And It's so bad I can't concentrate
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
And bite me and scratch me like that
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
When you pull on my hair
And less like it's math
It'll seems more like a song
and bite me like that
When you pull on my hair
And less like it's math
And it'll seems more like a song
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
I don't care if we stay up too late
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
Yeah more like song
It'll seem more like a song
And bite me like that
When you pull on my hair
And less like it's math
It'll seem more like a song
And bite me like that
When you pull on my hair
And less like it's math
And it'll seem more like a song
And devour
Then dig it up
We've been trying to hide
Covered up by the boredom
Burried somewhere inside
But if the hunger's still there
Then there's no life to revive
Is making us stick to the bed
If all this heat's doing
Or is it still newly-wed?
Is the passion all gone?
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| Pill Mu Hzir |
| Piull Muy Hzair |
| Puill Myu Hazir |
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| P8ull M7y Hqair |
| Pu8ll My7 Haqir |
| Pjll Mj Hsir |
| Pjull Hsair |
| Pujll Myj Hasir |
| Pyll Mt Hwir |
| Pyull Mty Hwair |
| Puyll Myt Hawir |
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| Puol Hajr |
| Puoll Hajir |
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