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"There's a man I just met; he hasn't kissed me yet.
He reminds me of someone else, only better.
But I'm made out of wax, so easy to impress.
Am I melting too fast, dripping into your lips?
Because all my heroes have turned human this year,
Slinking 'round pool tables, sinking into unfabled stupors,
Whispering in the night air or into some girl's hair"
He reminds me of someone else, only better.
But I'm made out of wax, so easy to impress.
Am I melting too fast, dripping into your lips?
Because all my heroes have turned human this year,
Slinking 'round pool tables, sinking into unfabled stupors,
Whispering in the night air or into some girl's hair"