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He's delighted to love me, but you know, |
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I just don't know what to say to him. I just don't know. |
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Heard it on the radio, it's no good |
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Heard it on the radio, it's news to me |
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When she gets something, it's understood |
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Baby's got somethin' she's not used to |
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Down, down, poppy, yeah |
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Down, down, poppy, yeah |
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Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score |
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Baby wants somethin', she's in the mood to |
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Baby wants somethin', I want more |
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When I don't get it, I get blue, blue |
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Down, down, and it's really comin', really comin', |
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Down, down, poppy, yeah |
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Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score |
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Baby's got somethin', gonna get through, through |
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When I want somethin' I want more, |
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Heard it on the radio, there's nothin' I can do do |
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I'm in the mood to |
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And I'm a woman and an individual |
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And I want rockin' real slow |
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I wanna hear it on the radio |
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I wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies) |
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I wanna hear it on the radio |
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Baby got it but baby want more |
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On the radio, heard it on the radio |
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Baby got it but baby want more |
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[babble] |
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Heard it on the radio |
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Won't be no need for layin' in the road |
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Tonight I'm goin' out, oh yeah |
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Baby got it but baby want more |
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She won't need it any more [babble] |
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Although she was tense and lean in the sun |
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Splintered like a country |
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Gently pulled his finger |
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Everything is soakin' and spread with butter |
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Their flowers on an average [on the seed?] |
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And then they laid her on the table |
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She connected with the inhaler |
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And the needle shiftin' like crazy, |
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She was, she was completely still. |
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It was like a painting of a vase, |
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She just lay there and the gas traveled fast |
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Through the dorsal spine and down and around |
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(I want more) |
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The anal cavity, her cranium |
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(I wanna score) |
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Just, it was really great, man, |
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The gas had inflicted her entire spine |
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With the elements of a voluptuous disease |
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With a green vapor, made her feet light |
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Baby want more |
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Baby was it in the closet. |
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Baby get it there, baby tag it, |
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Baby got it and baby begged for it, baby |
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I don't think (after station) there's any station |
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(I remember when) |
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Quite as interesting to me |
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(baby worship something) |
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As the 12th station |
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(laughin' at the flowers) |
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I tuned in (to the tower) too many centuries |
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Were calling to me |
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And I spin, come down thru time |
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Oh, watch them say you're too high |
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And I swim through |
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Hear it on the radio, goddamn in my radio, |
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Hear it on the radio, hear it on the radio |
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[babble] |
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one long ecstatic pure sensation |
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restriction started excreting, started excreting, ah exhilarating |
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bottomless pit |
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Hey Sheba, hey Salome, hey Venus eclipsin' my way ah. |
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Her vessel, every woman is a vessel, is evasive, is aquatic. |
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Everyone, silver ecstatic, platinum disk spinning |
