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It's beach blanket bingo |
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At the end of the day |
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And his eyes are like wading pools |
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And his feet are like clay |
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And he drifts through the crowd |
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They all know who he is |
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They have seen him before |
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He's just a friend of his |
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Oh, get out of the car |
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Bon soir bon soir |
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Now his prey is on the gentle |
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Like a bully or a jerk |
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He may call you at home |
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Or he may call you at work |
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Manipulate your conscience |
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Is his own private game |
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You can drive him around |
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Till he drives you insane |
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Get out of the car |
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Bon soir bon soir |
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Yadayadayada |
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Now it's not like he's stupid |
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He's as smart as a whip |
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As the bottle grows empty |
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He will tighten his grip |
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And he senses that you're weaker |
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It's not even noon |
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Every moment with him |
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Is a moment too soon |
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Get out of the car |
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Bon soir bon soir |
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What a penis you are |
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Bon soir bon soir |