He was my lover, he was working undercover
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The fellow knew all of the moves
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He really had me romping, bare footing stomping
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He just kept igniting my fuse
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He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stocking
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He would rock me with an optical illusion
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And this ain't how I thought it'd be
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He just kept on keeping me in a state of total confusion
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He took me for a ride
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And rattled me down to my shoes
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But I found out
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He was an undercover agent for the blues
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He never really needed love from any direction no
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I was just an innocent bystander
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He just kept getting kinkier, hook, line and sinker
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Just too hot to handle
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He took me by storm
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It must have been a season for the fools
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So bad
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He was an undercover agent for the blues
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