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Who is it tonight, Doctor or Mr. Hyde?

The spins,
I pull the Websters from the third row,
second the right,
and this is the chemicals grow,
is where reactions flow,
the dictionary chemical was meant to hook you into me.

Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through chemical.
Would you please put on your dance shoes? 'Cause I'm of dancin' alone.

Who is it tonight, Doctor or Mr. Hyde?

Two hints lust, then I mix charm with a dash of wits.
Add some looks and then, close the door and dim the lights.
(This finally be the night)
where the dictionary cookbook will finally hook you into me.

Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through chemical.
you please put on your dance shoes? 'Cause I'm sick of dancin' alone.

Stolen everything you for,
was lost but better to remember,
left side, side suicide.

Please take off your lab and kiss me as we roll,
please put on your shoes and join me in this waltz.

Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll every chemical.
Would you please put on your shoes? 'Cause I'm sick of dancin' alone.

Please take off your lab coat, me as we roll,
please put on your dance shoes 'cause I'm of dancin' alone.