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There's perfume burning in the air |
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Bits of beauty everywhere |
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Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt |
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She comes so close. You feel her then |
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She tells you No and No again |
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Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt |
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Blue Alert |
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Visions of her drawing near |
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Arise, abide, and disappear |
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You try to slow it down; it doesn't work |
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It's just another night I guess |
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All tangled up in nakedness |
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You even touch yourself |
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You're such a flirt |
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Blue Alert |
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You know how nights like this begin |
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The kind of knot your heart gets in |
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Any way you turn is going to hurt |
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There's perfume burning in the air |
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Bits of beauty everywhere |
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Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt |
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Blue Alert. Blue Alert |
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She breaks the rules so you can see |
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She's wilder than you'll ever be |
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You talk religion but she won't convert |
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Her body's twenty stories high |
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You try to look away, you try |
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But all you want to do is get there first |
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Blue Alert |
