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Come on baby, show me your favorite |
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I'm as addicted as your lips to your cigarette |
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I'm a lover of a second degree, |
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My Mona Lisa wasn't looking at me |
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To adore you |
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Alright |
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All in favor, take the stand and defend me |
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I'm so cold and lonely, |
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I could be dead |
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But I'm doing alright! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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Cleaning my hands out my bloody fingers, |
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My brain is scattered like the thoughts in my pattern |
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I'm a lover of a second degree, |
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My Mona Lisa wasn't looking at me |
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C'mon! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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Throw some salt over your shoulder baby! |
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I've got a new love |
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Fall out from the band |
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I've got a new low, |
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It's alright from the back |
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Uh uh uh uh |
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Well I was thinking of it |
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Why don't I start mention it? |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
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I know what you want, |
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but it's not gonna be what you like! |
