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New York, 3 o'clock at night no sleep God I must be tired |
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Weird thoughts running through my brain |
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My blood is pumping in my veins |
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And there she sits, she looks at me |
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Her skin is pale, her mind is free |
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She smiles and says |
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How do you do ? |
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Come with me or should I go with you? |
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Hey baby, you'd better watch out |
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You don't know what you're doing |
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When you're out and about |
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Hey baby, now listen to me |
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Things are never ever quite as they seem |
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She ask me for a cigarette |
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Her eyes are bright, her hair is red |
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Dressed like a whore, but one with style |
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A fantasy, I realize this is no fiction, it's insane |
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Her make up shows she knows the game |
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And who am I to tell her no |
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So, I grab her coat |
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And say let's go |
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Hey baby, you'd better |
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She takes me to her penthouse bed |
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To relax my body and feed my head |
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With stories I never heard before |
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I'm waiting 'cause I know there's more |
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She takes off her clothes and see |
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This girl has hairy legs like me |
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This may sound a little rude |
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I want sex but not with a dude |
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Hey baby, you'd better |
