[Something is terribly wrong here, Murdoc looks both horribly uncomfortable and terribly concerned. He's worked himself up into quite a flustered state and it's made refraining from singing an even less likely outcome.
As such, he's going to continue to fumble along for the rest of the lyrics.]
You're all I ever wanted and my arms are. Open wide? [Nope, they're folded over his chest as he backs away.]
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As such, he's going to continue to fumble along for the rest of the lyrics.]
You're all I ever wanted and my arms are. Open wide? [Nope, they're folded over his chest as he backs away.]