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Can I lift my dress up for you? |
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Can I lift it in the night? |
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The white undersides of my thighs look much better in the dying light |
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There's a kid in there and he's big, and dumb and he's kinda scared, and he's |
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Well, he's too old to be there |
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He's just looking for a ride |
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And I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles |
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Of stadiums and shrines |
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You see something to cheer about |
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Well I'll tell you that it's mine |
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And I'm sorry that your mother died |
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But that one wasn't my fault |
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And I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days |
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So hold all of your knives away from my eyes |
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Hold all of your knives away from my eyes |
