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Wanna tell you a story |
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About this girl I knew |
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I became mesmerized |
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And got my head screwed |
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She's been playing with my mind |
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And she knows it far too well |
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She's my obsession |
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I'm a slave under her spell |
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'Cos what she wants she will always get |
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Her looks might fool you |
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But innocent she is not |
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When she struts around |
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Heads spin on the spot |
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She might play the violin |
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In that black latex dress |
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But she will never blow my horn |
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Or become my mistress |
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'Cos what she wants she will always get |
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She knows the game and she can play it well |
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How to make a man's life into a living hell |
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In the distance, she looks so damn fine |
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But I know she won't ever be mine |
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What there's inside |
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I don't want to know |
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I'd rather keep my dream 'cos |
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She might be a scarecrow |
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She knows how to fake herself |
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Into every man's dream |
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But reality becomes a nightmare |
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For the latex queen |
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'Cos what she wants she will always get |
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But what she got left her goods to rot |