| I said no more teachers and no more books,
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| I gotta kiss under the bleachers,
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| Hoping that nobody looks.
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| Lips like licorice, tongue like candy,
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| Excuse me, miss, but can I
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| get you out your panties?
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| In the back of the car, n the way to the bar
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| I got you on my lips (I got you on my lips),
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| At the foot of the stairs
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| With my fingers in your hair,
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| Baby this is it
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| She won’t ever get enough
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| Once she gets a little touch,
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| If I had it my way
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| You know that I’d make you say
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| oooooo… oooo
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| Well my first kiss went a little like this,
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| I said no more sailors and no more soldiers,
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| With your name in a heart
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| Tattooed up on the shoulders,
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| Your kiss is like whiskey,
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| It gets me drunk,
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| And I wake up in the morning
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| With the taste of your tongue
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| In the back of the car, on the way to the bar
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| I got you on my lips (I got you on my lips),
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| At the foot of the stairs
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| With my fingers in your hair,
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| Baby this is it
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| She won’t ever get enough
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| Once she gets a little touch,
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| If I had it my way
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| You know that I’d make you say
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| oooooo… oooo
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| My first kiss went a little like this
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| (smooch) — and twist, (smooch) — and twist
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| My first kiss went a little like this
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| (smooch) — and twist, (smooch) — and twist
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| She won’t ever get enough
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| Once she gets a little touch,
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| If I had it my way
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| You know that I’d make you say
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| oooooo… oooo
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| (Kesha,) |