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Sipping on a black |
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Dakota pint |
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The joint is jumping on a |
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Sunday night |
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But then something wicked this way comes |
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Sticking out like two sore thumbs |
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Eye candy, ear poison |
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Oh mother, keep your boys in' |
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Cause uptown came downtown |
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And now they keep hanging around |
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They didn't wanna listen to no band |
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Why don't they grab a cab back to club land? |
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Now they're coming on to every guy |
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Like two drunken socialites |
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Eye candy, ear poison |
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Oh mother, keep your boys in' |
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Cause uptown came downtown |
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And now they keep hanging around |
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It's uncanny what the wind blows in |
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Oh brother, you'd think what goes in |
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Must come out but somehow |
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It's been dumbed down and now they're hanging around |
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You should see the way they dance |
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Rubbing up against everybody's leg |
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And like a bad masseuse |
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Everything they do rubs me the wrong way |
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Well now, something wicked this way comes |
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Sticking out like two sore thumbs |
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Eye candy, ear poison |
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Oh mother, keep your boys in' |
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Cause uptown came downtown |
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And now they keep hanging around |
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It can't be screen's frozen |
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Oh brother, keep your nose clean' |
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Cause upload came download |
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With a truck load of trouble 'bout to explode |
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Eye candy, ear poison |
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Oh mother, keep your boys in' |
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Cause uptown came downtown |
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And now they keep hanging around |
