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I've been on tenterhooks |
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Ending in dirty looks, |
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Listen to the muzak, |
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Thinking 'bout this 'n' that. |
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She said that's that. |
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I don't wanna chitter-chat. |
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Turn it down a little bit |
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Or turn it down flat. |
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Pump it up, when you don't really need it. |
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Pump it up, until you can feel it. |
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Down in the pleasure centre, |
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Hell bent or heaven sent, |
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Listen to the propaganda, |
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Listen to the latest slander. |
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There's nothing underhand |
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That she wouldn't understand. |
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Pump it up, until you can feel it. |
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Pump it up, when you don't really need it. |
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She's been a bad girl. |
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She's like a chemical. |
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Though you try to stop it, |
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She's like a narcotic. |
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You wanna torture her. |
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You wanna talk to her. |
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All the things you bought for her, |
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Putting up your temperature. |
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Pump it up, until you can feel it. |
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Pump it up, when you don't really need it. |
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Out in the fashion show, |
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Down in the bargain bin, |
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You put your passion out |
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Under the pressure pin. |
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Fall into submission, |
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Hit-and-run transmission. |
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No use wishing now for any other sin. |
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Pump it up, until you can feel it. |
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Pump it up, when you don't really need it. |
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Pump it up, until you can feel it. |
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Pump it up, when you don't really need it. |
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Pump it up, until you can feel it. |
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Pump it up, when you don't really need it. |
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You don't really need it |
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You don't really need it |
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You don't really need it |
