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Text: Heart. All Eyes.

Hey hot shot boy Hand on your hip You're wasting your time Giving me lip When you look at me, it melts my legs And wraps me around your fingertip You don't have to say a word To get hold of me Take me...shake me Burning gravity baby Look at me Look at me You're all eyes - all eyes Touching me in the night You're all eyes - and those eyes Are tearing me up inside We go walking you and I If some woman turns your eye I pull you back in my direction Too keep you by my side You don't have to go nowhere To get where you should be You don't have to look around Just you look at me - look at me - look at me You're all eyes - all eyes Touching me in the night You're all eyes - and those eyes Are tearing me up inside