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They got a mirror for the 'caine in the bathroom' |
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Cause nobody here knows when to stop |
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For now we're just makin' out |
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With the door unlocked |
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Back in the atrium, the music's slowin' down |
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The party's thinning out for the late crowd |
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Fixes her lipstick, fixes his belt |
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The coast is clear as he walks out |
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She whispers |
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You get what you pay for |
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We could cost a lot |
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You get what you pay for |
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But we do it for the taste of a good high |
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We do it for the sake of a hot night |
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The man on the couch in the blue room |
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With everyone stoned and talkin' at once |
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With no thought to where they've been |
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What they could have done |
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She sits down beside him without a hint of shame' |
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Cause everything's the same in its own way |
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Kisses her man's cheek |
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Her hunter eyes lock on her prey |
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She signals |
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You get what you play for |
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And we could play a lot |
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You get what you play for |
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But you do it for the taste of a good high |
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You do it for the sake, another hot night |
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She senses the fear in him |
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And an irresistible kiss and that |
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Lie she hangs on his neck like a |
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Silver chain to her whim |
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Pull him into the mirror again |
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She senses the need in him |
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For an irresistible kiss |
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And the lie she hangs on his neck |
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Like a silver chain to her whim |
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There's a mirror for the 'caine in the bathroom' |
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Cause nobody here knows when to stop |
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And their hands along the rail |
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Seems he hangs out here a lot |
