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Whatever key's me up It's something close to trust It's something saying If I may, I must Change my ways, looks, mind Although I'm not that kind I'll have to make it worth her while If she's all that matters I'll invent what it takes to have her A bebop hype Or kinder: music for a film A hip groove to loop Or salt mouse with mayonaise Mention money and I'll buy you fame All that to get myself close to be her lotion I'm slipping away from me, girl I know I'll get trapped in this And I'll go on getting wired of myself It's a wave And I'm on top to fall From Letras Mania