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Although I've been here before |
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You've got that thing I can't ignore |
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It's on the surface |
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I know it's shallow and it's vain |
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But I love it just the same |
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It gives me purpose |
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Let me love you unconsciously |
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While you're on your way there |
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I wanna sleep with you |
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And your entourage |
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London, Paris and Milan |
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You're just waiting for a man |
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To be exotic |
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You're a baby, you're a punk |
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I only love you when I'm drunk |
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I'm alcoholic |
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You've got a Tiffany keyring |
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You've got no keys, no home |
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I wanna live with you |
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And your entourage, alright? |
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You're famous, they're famous |
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We stand in rooms where nothing can be said |
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And nothing can he heard |
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You were famous for your fame |
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And now you're drowning in Champagne |
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Hey, how you doing? |
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Did you take her to your club? |
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And did you claim to be in love |
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While you were screwing? |
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Since we're through with morality |
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Can I sleep with your wife? |
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I wanna be like you |
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And your entourage tonight |
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I wanna live like you |
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And your entourage |
