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Baby's on Fire |
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The Venus In Furs |
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Baby's on fire |
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better throw her in the water |
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Look at her laughing |
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like a heifer to the slaughter |
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Baby's on fire |
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and all the laughing boys are bitching |
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Waiting for photos |
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Oh, the plot is so bewitching |
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Rescuers row row |
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Do your best to change the subject |
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Blow the wind blow, blow |
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Lend some assistance to the object |
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Photographers snip snap |
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Take your time she's only burning |
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This kind of experience |
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is neccessary for her learning |
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If you'll be my flotsam |
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I could be half the man I used to |
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They said you were hot stuff |
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and That's what baby's been reduced to |
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Juanita and Juan |
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Very clever with maracas |
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Making their fortunes |
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Selling secondhand tobaccoes |
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Juan dances at Chico's |
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And when the clients are evicted |
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He empties the ashtrays |
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And pockets all that he's collected |
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But baby's on fire |
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And all the instruments agree that |
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Her temperature's rising |
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But any idiot would know that |
