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Would you look at this place |
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There's a sign on the wall |
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We are all suddenly free |
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We don't pull any punches at all |
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Imagination runs riot |
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There's a choice of three doors |
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Tell me what's a pretty girl to do |
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In a land of metaphors |
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You can take me home |
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You can take it on through |
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You can lay me in your bed |
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Tell me to say stop when |
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I want you to |
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But don't you dare |
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But don't you dare |
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But don't you dare |
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Call me sugar |
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Little baby innocence |
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With a couple of silent scars |
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I've got a head with too much sense |
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And a mouth full of nervous laughs |
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Well you might get off easy |
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But I don't dance to your tune |
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You might think you're putting pressure on me but honey |
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This is a vacuum |
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You can take me home |
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You can take it on through |
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You can lay me in your bed |
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Tell me to say stop when |
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I want you to |
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But don't you dare |
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But don't you dare |
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But don't you dare |
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Call me sugar |
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Well you can shut up now, |
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I'm talking |
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I am so sick of your one-line conversation |
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They say learn to walk before you can run |
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Maybe you should learn to talk before you injure someone |
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You can take me home |
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You can take it on through |
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You can lay me in your bed |
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Tell me to say stop when |
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I want you to |
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But don't you dare |
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But don't you dare |
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But don't you dare, don't you dare |
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Call me sugar |
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Well you might get off easy |
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But I don't dance to your tune |
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You might think you're putting pressure on me but honey |
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This is a vacuum |
