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[Verse 1] |
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You start it out that way |
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You'd do anything to stay |
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And keep your money, boys |
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Made of silver and gold |
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And keep your Pekingese |
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Turkish cigarettes |
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And your lighter that looks just like a gun |
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So you married your daddy |
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With a different name |
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[Chorus] |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in a high society |
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[Verse 2] |
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That pretty man of yours |
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Hiding inside the director's clothes |
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The one who calls you dear |
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After banging away at you in the night |
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That one's just got to go |
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Every time you look at him |
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You could almost fall asleep |
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And there's a masturbating |
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Getting underneath your belt |
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[Chorus] |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in a high society |
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[Verse 3] |
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And now you tell the maid |
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To burn you on your virgin back |
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With a curling iron |
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Hotter than hot! |
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You say it's good enough |
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You say it's good enough |
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You say it's good enough |
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You say your pain is better |
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Than any kind of love |
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[Chorus] |
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That's sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in high society |
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Sex and dying in a high society |
