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Save your point of view |
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For the manic charm that he puts you through |
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When he wears your pearls, your ruby dress |
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And he looks so good with his sunken chest |
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There's a certain charm |
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To the pretty boy that is on my arm |
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He's my double friend, a boy and a girl when he says: |
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Paint my face, lick your mouth |
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Fake a yawn and we'll go out and glow |
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We're on our way to somewhere in particular |
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I'll take you somewhere, where you haven't been |
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And I'll show you a good time, like you've never seen |
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Here comes the big rush |
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There's a special ring |
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To his Cuban heels and his six-pack swing |
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His mother's clothes are his new disguise |
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And his good advice when he says: |
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Vanity's a virtue, lets no one in to hurt you |
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I'll take you somewhere, where you haven't been |
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And I'll show you a good time, like you've never seen |
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Here comes the big rush |
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You're one of the boys |
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Pump that pipe dream, sell you something |
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New, new, new |
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We're on our way to somehwere in particular |
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I'll take you somewhere, where you haven't been |
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And I'll show you a good time, like you've never seen |
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Here comes the big rush |
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You're one of the boys |
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Pump that pipe dream, sell you something pump that pipe dream, sell you something |
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New new |