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I could read your mind and all its freakish desires |
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A full on femme fatale with an elegant face of fire |
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Through the haze of your senses and your defenses |
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God only knows how long it is till you hit the bottom |
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but that's all right |
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I'll get you through paradise |
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Don't need your wings |
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For the Queen |
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Little alligator |
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From the fangs the poison is so sweetly injected |
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The words that fall from your tongue are so filthy |
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your mouth must be infected |
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Not a man but not quite a lady |
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Hopelessly androgenous |
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Hell only knows how hot it gets down south of the border |
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but that's all right |
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Your secret is safe tonight |
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There is no shame |
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Glory and fame |
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For little alligators |
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In the jungle it's comin' down |
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For those who live in the lost and found |
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Can't mistake your attitude so heavy |
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Now get over here |
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You can hang your image in a brand new dimention |
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Cause I don't even think your mirror understands your reflection |
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But that's all right as long as you're not uptight |
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And in your brain |
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It's all the same |
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Little alligator |
