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Hey, Mrs. Gray, are you awake yet? |
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Your pity sleep is just a dream. |
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Those lines on your face |
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They tell your story |
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So now it's time for laser beams |
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Ah, look at you |
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A thousand miles above the ground |
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You're not coming down |
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Ah, what a view |
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You drift about, you're spinning round |
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You're not coming down |
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Hey, Mr. Blue, you feeling' randy? |
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Do you still flirt with her next store? |
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Wearing that dress |
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Nicked from your mother |
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It doesn't fit you anymore |
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Ah, look at you |
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A thousand miles above the ground |
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You're not coming down |
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Ah, what a view |
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You drift about, you're spinning round |
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You're not coming down |
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Hey, Mrs. Green, who's that you're out with? |
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He's 25 but not your son |
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Show him your bits |
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It's what you're there for |
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This woman's weekly keeps you young |
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Ah, look at you |
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A thousand miles above the ground |
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You're not coming down |
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Ah, what a view |
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You drift about, you're spinning round |
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You're not coming down |
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You're not coming down |
