Ping Pong Lovers

You make me think of England

You’ve got my spider sense tingling

You read my signals wrong

You make me wanna write songs

 

I’m confused by what you say

Are you leading me astray?

 

You make me think of Scotland

Is that the best you’ve got, man?

You’ve got magnetic power

You need a cold, cold shower

 

Have made my feelings clear?

Boy, you’re making me feel queer

 

Listen, kissing

is not wrong

 

Maybe, baby

Play ping pong

 

You’re making me feel anguished

You’ve got me watching my language

You’ve got me watching your back

Yes, dear, I don’t doubt that

 

I’m confused by things you do

Put yourself into my shoes

 

Listen, this thing

is not wrong

 

Maybe, baby

Play ping pong

 

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