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You play your tricks, what sticks gets stuck Through thick and thin, a string I pluck When we were kids and lighting struck It hit your head, your heart conducts it through Right through, in two My love runs through you I'm a lover, undercover, in my bedsheets, you'll discover You're the knife, and I'm the butter, when you cut it, do you shudder? I do, yes, I do I'm the singer, you're the drummer, when you hit it, hit it rougher 'Cause the summer's such a bummer when I fake it for a lover like you 'Cause I think I like you I'm a lover, undercover, in my bеdsheets, you'll discover You're the knifе, and I'm the butter, when you cut it, do you—? ... Whatever you say, whatever you do Whatever you play, whatever, screw you Whatever you say, whatever you do What movie you play, I'd rather watch you Whatever you want, whatever you choose It's never enough, I only want you 'Cause I think I like you From Letras Mania