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Who keeps track of things like that? |
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Well, I do |
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You better make me happy |
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Or I'll be howling at the moon |
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It's all fun and games |
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Till I'm feeling blue |
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I discovered a continent in you |
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But now I've settled |
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So I'm hitting every party |
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Gonna find myself some fun |
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We'll take uppers in the morning |
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Light our cigarettes off the sun |
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When night falls we'll go cruising |
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And drink until we're numb |
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And I'll make you |
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Make you want me |
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Want me until I'm done |
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Here's your last attempt |
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At keeping me at bay |
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You're gonna chain me to every word I say |
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Oh, my resolve is weak |
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I always crack |
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And I've been reading too much Nin |
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And you Kerouac |
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When you wake up in the morning |
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I'll be motionless and cold |
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You will bring to me some water |
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Yeah, you'll do what you're told |
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When I see you looking somber |
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I'll say, "Babe you're as good as gold |
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But I can't see you again tonight |
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I've got a reputation to uphold" |
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Then he whispered in my ear |
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"You're a sly bitch, you are" |
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So I drank away my headache |
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And I stumbled out of his car |
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Through the fogged up glass of the window |
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He made a clearing with his hand |
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And with his eyes he told me |
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"One day you'll understand" |
