----------V1: Constantine Style---------- But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, The more I get of you, Stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grave. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
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------------V2:Bo Bice Style------------ Baby, baby why can’t you sit still? Who killed that bird out on you window sill? Are you the reason that he broke his back? Did I see you laugh about that? If I come on like a dream? Would you let me show you what I mean? If you let me come on inside? Will you let it glide?
Can I have some remedy? Remedy for me please. Cause if I had some remedy I’d take enough to please me.
Baby, baby why did you dye your hair? Why you always keeping with your mother’s dare? Baby why’s who’s who, who know you too? Did the other children scold on you? If I come on like a dream? Would you let me show you what I mean? If you let me come on inside? Will you let it slide?
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