Ohhh
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Pay your respects
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to a greater intellect.
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You're just a pawn.
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Does this confession turn you on?
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I know your kind.
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You'd do me from behind.
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And when everybody stares
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their eyes will bare the sharpest glare.
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[chorus]
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Everybody knows
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beneath your clothes.
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Staring at your toes
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is just a pose.
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Everybody good knows
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how hard you blow.
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Everybody knows.
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Ohhh
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You did me wrong.
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I grinned and played along.
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Those days are gone.
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Does this confession turn you on?
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I'd see you stoned.
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Lawn chair to gilded throne.
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You cut your tiny ties
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and now you're dangling by a lie.
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[chorus]
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Everybody knows
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beneath your clothes.
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Staring at your toes
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is just a pose.
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Everybody good knows
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how hard you blow.
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Everybody knows.
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You think you're Jesus Christ. (x4)
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You're not my Jesus Christ. (x4)
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Vexed
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| Say Anything |
