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Hmm, hier ist der Anfang des Liedes...
"... I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.
Now it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
And we are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
I am pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before. ..."
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