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Here we come on a cloud, stars in our eyes, |
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Standing up proud, it's a perfect disguise, |
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We've got so much to give, so much to gain, |
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Just give me your money and I'll give you my pain, |
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It's a fair exchange . . . (fair exchange) |
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Now Tia Maria, she leans on the wall |
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Looks in the mirror and pukes on the floor, |
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Tries to remember the cause of it all . . . |
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He just gave her a drink and she gave him a ball, |
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it's a fair exchange . . . |
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But I expect you expect a lot from me, |
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I can feel your burning need . . . |
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Your greedy, seedy, |
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fantasies are guaranteed to make my young heart bleed |
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For you and your pubescent blues, yes, |
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You . . . and your dancin shoes, |
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You . . . and your sad glad news, |
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about your boyfriend Stan . . . |
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He's a dirty flirty man . . . |
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and he'll get you if he can . . . |
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Here I stand in a daze, axe in my hand, |
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Another fool on the stage with a traveling band, |
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There's a space in my heart . . . permanent flame, |
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Just give me your body and I'll give you my brain, |
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it's a fair exchange . . . |
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Now Venus-De-Milo, a statue of note, |
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she lays in the gutter |
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With a knife in her throat . . . naked as sin, |
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no, not even a coat, |
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She gave you a thrill so you gave her a grope, |
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it's a fair exchange . . . |
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Still, I expect you expect a lot from me, |
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I know you all . . . |
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The show goes on despite the wrong, |
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the strong still rise |
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And the weak still fall, |
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This song is up to you, all along, |
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you never knew, |
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This song is coming on through to take you for a ride, |
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It's tested, true and tried . . . |
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even though it almost lied . . . |
