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Dangerous curves invade the night |
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Tobacco stains the air, and we take flight |
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To a gallow's pole with an addition |
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Hail buccaneers with free admission |
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Naked treasure, booze, and pleasure |
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Awaits us all, takes drastic measure |
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Brand our wrists with blackened ink |
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Let's run this bar right out of drinks |
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Hair to the floor, heels to the sky |
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Sling the bling to caress her thighs |
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[Chorus] |
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Lust runs high, then dry |
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The scent of sweet aromas |
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Gallow's pole dancers |
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Take on false personas |
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When clothes come off |
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We'll gorge our eyes |
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Gallow's pole dancers |
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Weave a web of lies |
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Set 'em up, she'll be knockin' 'em down |
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With those suicide eyes in midnight gowns |
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Burning holes right through our slacks |
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Till we shell out coin to get them in the sack |
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We've got the rhythm in our hands |
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Cast the dues, now bend to our demands |
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Corsets are falling, g-strings go flying |
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She might be the only thing worth buying |
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A top dollar tariff nets your worth |
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Sensual spirits bolster ceaseless mirth |
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The meaning of rings gets lost |
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The sexiest sights come at a cost |
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Gifts to gratify our senses |
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Perfection shallowed by expenses |
