20 lyrics for "(Got a secret)"

Oh, it's so traumatic I've got got these secrets I keep Is it obvious They've got got me down on my knees Yeah, just let me go I keep reliving the scene I can see right where you are You don't need to hide in the dark
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Falling in love (hey) I got got the recipe Take a a sip of my secret secret potion Boy, you belong to me And it's called black magic (And it's called black magic) Wanna know what it is make the boys want more I'll make you fall in love For a a spell that can't be broken
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Come along to the riverside. Sit down now I just want to hear somebody else whine If you've got got tomorrow, I've got got a blade We can dig a a hole into an old book Keep our secrets there I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine. I can cut them back
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It's a a love without end, amen Let me tell you a a secret about a a father's love A A secret that my daddy said was just between us He said daddies don't just love their children every now and then I got got sent home from school one day with a a shiner on my eye
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We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a a widow than a a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion
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You can fight this all you want, I surrender every dream, Every weapon you've got, Every secret secret that I keep, You surrender your heart, But tonight belongs to me But tonight belongs to me, Everyone's a a passenger tonight, Just another accidental on the
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I’ve got got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone’s got got a secret secret Well Mrs. Pharmacist,
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We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a a widow than a a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion
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