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Saturday, when the hair comes down |
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All the girls in town gonna dress the place |
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In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light |
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All the boys with desire of night |
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Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind |
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In drinking fighting sweat and lust |
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We play the game of weaving ducking dodging hiding |
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Through the hormonal battle on the streets |
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Then we reach our destination |
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It is consolation for star-people constellation |
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Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
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Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
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Take off your shirt |
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And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
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Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
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Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
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Take off your shirt |
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And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
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On Sunday when the streets are bare |
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Reminders of the party there |
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Red devil horns dropped in the road |
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Tiaras made of plastic gold |
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A bloody puddle stains the floor |
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Outside the boarded nightclub door |
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And all the one night love is jaded |
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When all the memories have faded |
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Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
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Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
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Take off your shirt |
|
And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
|
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
|
Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
|
Take off your shirt |
|
And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
|
Saturday, when the hair comes down |
|
All the girls in town gonna dress the place |
|
In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light |
|
All the boys with desire of night |
|
Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind |
|
In drinking fighting sweat and lust |
|
We play the game of weaving ducking dodging hiding |
|
Through the hormonal battle on the streets |
|
Then we reach our destination |
|
It is consolation for star-people constellation |
|
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
|
Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
|
Take off your shirt |
|
And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
|
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
|
Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
|
Take off your shirt |
|
And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
|
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain |
|
Of sadness in silks and golden chains |
|
Take off your shirt |
|
And give it to the one with fur coats and shiny shoes |
