I ain't like the other Cognacs
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Or type of cat that'd never call back
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Or lose contact when you runnin' out of rum
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And you make a run
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(Feelin' light and dizzy, might be tipsy)
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All of that tequila's a killer, little vodka
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Break her off somethin' proper
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Pop a cork and play spin the bottle
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(Every time you kiss me, like some whiskey)
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Punch drunk love, it's a fine line
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Dom Pérignon, she the fine wine
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Someone call 911, I'm runnin' out of time
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