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It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, |
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'cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh |
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It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, |
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'cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh |
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All God's children need travelling shoes |
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Drive your problems from here |
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All good people read good books |
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Now your conscience is clear (hi hi hi hi hi) |
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Now your conscience is clear |
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In the morning, when I wipe my brow |
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Wipe the miles away |
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I like to think that I can be so willed |
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And never do what you say (hi hi hi hi hi) |
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And never do what you say |
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Look, my eyes are just holograms |
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Look, your love has drawn red from my hands |
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In my hands you know you'll never be |
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More than twist in my sobriety |
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(Twist) |
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(Twist) |
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We just poked a little empty pie |
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For the fun that people had at night |
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Late at night don't need hostility |
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The timid smile, and pause to free |
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I don't care about their different thoughts (Aah aah aah) |
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Different thoughts are good for me (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) |
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Up in arms and chaste and whole |
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All God's children took their toll |
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Look, my eyes are just holograms |
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Look, your love has drawn red from my hands |
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In my hands you know you'll never be |
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More than twist in my sobriety |
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(Twist) |
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(Twist) |
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Half the people read the papers |
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Read them good and well (Oh yeah) |
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Pretty people, nervous people |
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People have got to sell (Oh yeah) |
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News you have to sell (Oh yeah) |
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Look, my eyes are just holograms |
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Look, your love has drawn red from my hands |
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In my hands you know you'll never be |
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More than twist in my sobriety |
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Look, my eyes are just holograms |
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Look, your love has drawn red from my hands |
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In my hands you know you'll never be |
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More than twist in my sobriety |
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(Oh yeah) |
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It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, |
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'cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh |
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(Twist) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, |
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'cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh |
