There's nothing in the world that I'd like more Than to be
left standing outside your door, Where perhaps I might be
asked to come in There I could very easily demonstrate Of
what now appears to be my fate, You see I'm hooked on
something And it's not heroin, Oh I just can't get enough of
you, No, I can't get enough what am I gonna do, I've tried
every trick in the book that's going, Now I've decided that
they're not worth knowing, My predicament is as simple as
this, I'm not satisfied and the reason is I just can't get
enough of you My experience of life so far, Has been to say
the least, not the least bizarre, I mean I work for a
living, eight hours a day, I don't smoke or drink, except a
little wine, The friends that I have are the genuine kind, I
think I'm fairly rational, in a moderate way, Yet I can't
get enough of you, No, I can't get enough, what am I gonna
do, I've had other women but they don't move me, You're the
only one who can see right through me, What you've got I
can't explain, Other than to
tell I wouldn't complain, I just can't get enough of you, No
I can't get enough of you, I just can't get enough, what am
I gonna do, Like Oliver Twist said when he asked for more, I
happen to like what you gave me before, My condition is
rather unique, I'm suffering from the world's first lovely
disease I just can't get enough of you, No I can't get
enough of you, Can't get enough of you
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