Letra All around me de Savage Garden

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Well you know every time I look at that expression printed on the page
I think I hear you
Whispering the magic and the compliments I need so badly
So baby come on, oh, so baby come on
Now I've been running circles around the notion that you'll find me baby
One day maybe
But all the psychic powers of suggestion
I've been sending your way
So can't you hear me say?

I want your arms all around me
I want your face, yeah, all around me
I want your perfume all around me
I like the way you move and do the funky groove
All around me I want you, all around me I need you
I want your arms all around me
I want your face, yeah, all around me
I want your perfume all around me

I like the way you move and do the funky groove
Like a cold chardonnay chilled for a day
Your smooth and crisp and on display
Like Cartier, Armani, like TAG, Gucci, Versace
In the middle of the night your a kiss so long
You're the only good thing when all is wrong
You're a magic time reversal clock
You're the fries on the side with a cherry on top
You're sleek, velvet, gold lame
Patent leather, enchante
You're a legend, you're a glamour queen
God I'm running out of words but you know what I mean

All around me I want you, all around me I need you
All around me I want you, all around me, so can't you hear me say?
I want your arms all around me
I want your face, yeah, all around me
I want your perfume all around me
I like the way you move and do the funky groove
I want your arms all around me
I want your face, yeah, all around me
I want your perfume all around me
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I like the way you move and do the funky groove
So slide into your Jaguar, or Porsche baby, there you are
Well chop chop darling, au revior Pick your things up, your a star (Ad lib to fade)