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It seeps under your front door* |
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Until it soaks in every pore |
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Between the cracks in the walls |
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It'll flow in every night |
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It'll flood from your TV |
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And destroy your magazines |
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You're a fish on a line |
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There's a hook and you're gonna bite |
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You better go with the flow |
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You don't wanna get left behind |
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You better go with the flow |
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They're gonna come rob you blind |
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[Chorus:] |
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Buy buy baby |
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You can't escape it |
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Oh it's true |
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They got a hold on you |
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Because you'll love it or hate it |
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There's nothing, nothing you can do |
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They got a hold on you |
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Yeah they got me too |
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She comes in every shape and style |
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With a fire cracker smile |
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In a hot pink Cadillac and a Sunday dress |
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They get underneath your skin |
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'Till your veins begin to itch |
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You can't run, can't hide |
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They're stuck inside your head |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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You'll take the bait |
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And they'll take my money |
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Hook me up |
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And I'll spend more money on you |
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My remotes control's a gun |
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And I've switched the safety off |
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It blows my mind to think we're having such a blast |
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[Chorus:] |
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(You'll take the bait |
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And they'll take my money) |
