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Come on, come out of the rain |
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You're not impressed, you're just so learned |
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I took the book, |
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I lit the page |
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Your sabbatical is burning |
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street |
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Let's sully every stage |
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Lick my lips, twist my hips |
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Contessa -- |
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I already quit. |
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Some things work, but me |
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I choose To lose my skin in the dirt. |
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This whiskey priest, he burned the church |
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To keep his girls alive. |
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street |
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Let's sully every stage we meet |
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Lick my lips, twist my hips |
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Contessa -- |
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street |
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Let's sully every stage we meet |
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Lick my lips, twist my hips |
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Contessa -- |
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I already did |
