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(Bator/James) |
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Listen. A black ride on rodeo drive in your Fiorucci jeans. |
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You know it's nice when it's just like ice. When it's sucked |
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so dry. Chelsea girl in romantic frills. Make sure that you're |
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seen. Freudian slips on suburban hips. I'm gonna make you cry. |
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Your T.V. set just fades away 'causa some kinda static like me. |
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Your daddy ain't nowhere around. He ain't paying your bills. |
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Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for tea. Your doktor |
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ain't nowhere around. He ain't curing your ills. Get your |
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girlfriend to make it three. We gotta keep it clean. Play it |
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safe in your private room. Outta magazines. You think you put |
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the X in sex, ah honey you're so mean. You think you're slick |
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- you know you're so slick. You don't need vaseline. |
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Shut up and sit down. Rich bitch - eat your heart out. |
