You order margaritas for your friends
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in the trendy bars at the world¡¯s end
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I can see death there consoling old girlfriends
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says there¡¯s a guest list place down in heaven
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it¡¯s a familiar feeling
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I¡¯m high as the ceiling
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and I¡¯m never ever coming down
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Those dirty girls, girls
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are gonna steal your heart away
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their naughty words, words
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that take the devils breath away
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inside your world, world
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like plastic Californ-i-a
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those dirty girls, girls
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are gonna have their wicked way
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with you
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You put the fun back into the funeral
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you¡¯ve got your head, back, feet on the table
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you speak the strangest tongues with your close friends
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to decorate the walls of your weekend
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And when you¡¯ve got them kneeling
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they look less appealing
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but you¡¯re never ever coming down
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Those dirty girls, girls
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are gonna steal your heart away
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their naughty words, words
|
that take the devils breath away
|
inside your world, world
|
like plastic Californ-i-a
|
those dirty girls, girls
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are gonna have their wicked way
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with you
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With you
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I guess it¡¯s just something
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for boys don¡¯t like to
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talk, talk, talk about
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Those dirty girls, girls
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are gonna steal your heart away
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their naughty words, words
|
that take the devils breath away
|
inside your world, world
|
like plastic Californ-i-a
|
those dirty girls, girls
|
are gonna have their wicked way
|
with you
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Girls
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Kids In Glass Houses |