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Sometimes I like to go uptown |
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Where flashy people flash around |
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It's extortionate and I don't care |
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You can taste the pretence in the air |
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And I wonder what you wear tonight |
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The shiny black dress with the slit at the thigh |
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Is this such fantasy that I should think |
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Someone like you could love a creep like me |
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Your body is a weapon, love |
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And it makes me wanna cry |
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My body is a temple of doom |
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Doomed not to be by your side |
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I like my job when I do it well |
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It's freelance work and it pays like hell |
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But I can get us a place with one bedroom |
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Who needs a friend when I got you |
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Your body is a weapon, love |
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And it makes me wanna cry |
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My body is a temple of doom |
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Doomed not to be by your side |
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And I don't come here for the exclusivity |
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I just come here for the view |
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And the minuscule chance of some close proximity |
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Or an awkward conversation with you |
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Yeah that'd be cool |
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Your body is a weapon, love |
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And it rips me up inside |
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My body is a temple of doom |
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Doomed not to be |
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Doomed not to be by your side |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I, one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I, one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I love |
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Someone protect me from the one I, one I love |
