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I stepped on your rose The thorns hurt the most Your call is on my wish list My phone's on night mode Warmth helps me unload Your call is on my wish list Pressure on the forehead Warn me beforehand Warm me with your hands Handsome man Fairest lady in all the land-lord can't let you back So stay quiet or I'll have to pack Here means something to me Fear means nothing to you My dear, Floretta, Daisy They've got nothing on you