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Baby there are pretty young boys |
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With shiny new toys that make the most noise |
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The way you look you can easily afford |
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To slam the door on any given nightstore |
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In a world where they put you on trial |
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Flick your hair, flash your smile |
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Get what you want, don't want what you got |
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But maybe be a little bit shy |
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You got me right through the heart |
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You got me right through the heart |
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You got me right through the heart |
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But you get it right slap bang through the middle of your heart |
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Some time when you're feeling alone |
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Won't you call me at home or answer your phone |
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When you're free you can come and see me |
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Any time you feel the need or want to watch me bleed |
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In a world where they put you on trial |
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Flick your hair, flash your smile |
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Get what you want, don't want what you got |
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But maybe be a little bit shy |
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You got me right through the heart |
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You got me right through the heart |
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You got me right through the heart |
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But you get it right slap bang through the middle of your heart |
