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The ugly tattooed swingers euphemise and call their mucky hobby "trysts," but if |
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I saw another man touch you, |
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I'd break his fucking wrists. |
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Monogamy's not natural, we can't survive, that's what he'll say. |
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He loves to swap, he's open-minded, just don't dare suggest he's gay. |
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And maybe we're just lucky, maybe our connection is unique. |
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And if that's really just what normal people do, aren't you proud to be a freak? |
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The so-called |
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Dr. Gray's a billionaire because he's got the sexes sussed. |
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We're a different race, we can't communicate and mind-games are a must. |
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But if you need a man, just buy the book and follow all "The Rules," there's no-one quicker to splash out than vulnerable and desperate, lonely fools. |
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Do you know enough to circle me a "yes"? |
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In just three minutes, can |
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I suitably impress? |
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Why don't we ignore the whistle? |
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Just a look, a smile, a kiss'll tell you all you really need to know. |
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And maybe we're just different. |
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Maybe we're nature's surprise. |
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So put down the book, log off and keep your wallet closed and just look me in the eyes. |
