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Last night when my psyche's
Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice
You slowly dropped your eyelids
When true love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice
And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you, too
The leader of the free world
Reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks
He's got himself a theme tune
They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring
And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you, too
In the daytime
Bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies
Summat else to publicise
I'm sure you've heard about enough
So in response to what you whispered in my ear
I'll be upfront, sometimes (sometimes) I fantasize about you, too
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