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We climb out of bed like the rest of you |
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Post afternoon and we don black suits |
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But all of us aren't quite as goth as they say we are |
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We just like fast cars |
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And we can dance like the best of them |
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As long as the lights stay low |
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And the jockey knows what she's doing |
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And we can dance like the best of them |
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As long as the lights stay low |
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And the jockey knows what she's doing |
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Don't think aloud, so what if our teeth protrude |
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More than yours do and we perch on stoops |
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And all of us aren't quite as mean |
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As the drama queens and the static cling |
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And we can dance like the best of them |
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As long as the lights stay low |
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And the jockey knows what she's doing |
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And we can dance like the best of them |
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As long as the lights stay low |
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And the jockey knows what she's doing |