This is a song about something there
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there is something about this song
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we did the clubs what ass
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i was hoping to have her in the sack
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i was looking handsome
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she was looking like an erotic vulture
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i was all dressed in black
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she was all dressed up in black
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every thing was fine down here
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what you call it here
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call it what you will here
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way down down down in this subbacultcha
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her warm white belly in the life i'd lived had seen nothing
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finer she shakes and she moves me or something
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she's like jellyroll like sculpture
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i was wearing eyeliner
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she was wearing eyeliner
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it was so good down here
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saving for my scrapbook here
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way down down down in this subbacultcha
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now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
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drug running on this panamanian schooner
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she walks the deck in a black dress
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and me i dress up in black
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and we listen to the sea
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and look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
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what you call it
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when you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
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you know when you grope for luna.
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Subbacultcha
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Pixies |