Well hello pretty woman
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You're looking good
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With a yellow dot skirt
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And you're swaying hah
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You look as though you've ate your one last meal
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You're conceit is all thats left
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You can sing a spiel
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You used to hide away in kiosk land
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Let's find you out and loosen up
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You're so upset
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Making coffee for the poor machines
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Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes
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I have you
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You have me
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We go where we want to be
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We have it
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We have fun
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We go places to have some hah
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Well they're as stiff as New York
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With the right wing lights
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And the babies get for real if the group is right
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Following her swallowing some two-tone pills
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They said he's looking crazy but he's so well built
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You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star
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Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car
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They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see
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That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be
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Harree aee ah
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Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too
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They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to
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But he's seen shadows upon that ball
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Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install
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They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head
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They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead...
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Your mother father brother sister too
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Natural best
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All the best go on you
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I have you
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You have me
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We go where we want to be
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We have it
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We have fun
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We go places to have some
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(Harree aee ah)
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Lalalalalalalalalalala la
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Lalalalalalalalalalala la
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Lalalalalalalalalalala la
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Harry
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Bauhaus |