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She was sweet sixteen, |
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Baby beauty queen. |
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Straight white teeth, |
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Bathed in beauty cream. |
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Priss don't drink |
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And priss don't smoke. |
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Shit don't stink |
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And don't take jokes. |
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Botoxed in bobby socks. |
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Cold as ice. |
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All the boys were like |
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White on rice. |
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The end result is still the same, |
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You can't go back the way you came. |
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Drunk on mint juleps on the tennis court, |
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The wealthy widow wanted more than sport. |
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The tennis pro thought it was inappropriate, |
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The wealthy widow thought that they should go for it. |
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She giggled, pickled, tanned as leather. |
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Sacks of sand in her cashmere sweater. |
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Oh Madame, the way you waste my time, |
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It's so divine. |
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Kissing the concrete you'd swear it was skin, |
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Her manicure secretes original sin. |
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Oh Madame, your taste for steak and wine serves to impress me. |
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You're so vain |
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You probably don't think this song is about you, |
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Champagne |
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Jane.So many eager sinners, only 7 deadly sins; |
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Hell's so |
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Goddamn crowded that there's no one getting in. |
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The line goes to the river |
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Styx, but she can get you in. |
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It was work, |
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But the work was fun. |
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What will they say when they see what we done? |
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What will they say when they see what we do?10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2- |
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One of us has got to go. |
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One of us has got to cum. |
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Bury me in mistletoe. |
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Put a dollar on my tongue. |
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You're so vain. |
