| Telephone lover, can’t tell you my name
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| Just a credit card number, and a picture of your face
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| Gonna turn the lights down, come on whisper in my ear
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| You know a nasty kind of story, the kinds I like to hear
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| I’m lying here just thinking, where I’d like to be
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| Right now with lady answer me, inside the magazine
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| Let my fingers do the walking, want to get me a tryst
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| I’m a telephone lover, and a lover at last
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| Dirty secrets, zipped up tight, dirty secrets, gonna let it out tonight
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| I got lead in my pencil, and that ain’t no joke
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| My patience ain’t for writing, your lips they ought to know
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| With a quiver in my voice, take the bull my the horn
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| It’s down below the satin sheet, where I keep it nice and warm
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| It’s a good for planning, want to ride hot and hard
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| So open the runway, I’m gonna shoot for a star
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| With a finger on your button, slippery when wet
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| Gonna tell you hot mamma, it’s a ride you won’t forget
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| I’ve got a dirty secret, zipped up tight, dirty secret, gonna let it out tonight
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| Dirty secret, what more can I say, dirty secret let me fire away
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| It’s a good night for planning, wanna ride hot and hard
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| So open up the runway, I’m gonna shoot for a star
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| With a finger on your button, gonna see what I get
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| Gonna tell you hot mamma, it’s a ride you won’t forget
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, secret, I’ve got a dirty, dirty, secret
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, secret, I’ve got a dirty, dirty
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, secret, I’ve got a dirty, dirty
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, secret, I’ve got a dirty, dirty
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| I’ve got a dirty, dirty, secret, I’ve got a dirty, dirty, oh |