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I've seen the 'action' |
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All kinds of people |
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Seen things disgusting |
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I've seen it all |
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I've heard excuses |
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All kinds of stories |
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I've heard confessions |
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I've heard it all |
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They wrote bad poems |
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Painted bad pictures |
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They say we used them |
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I'm not sure |
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Some call it love and |
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Some call it affection |
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I don't believe it |
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It's all clean young flesh |
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And we all fall down |
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We all fall down |
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You say you want it |
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Dress to kill and kill me |
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We could play new games |
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And you could lose |
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Don't tell your mother |
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Or some jealous husband |
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Don't talk of love just |
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Send me a postcard |
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We need to feel it |
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We need to feel it |
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I've lost all patience |
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You'll lose all pride |
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I've no conversation |
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I've no good intentions |
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I've room for one more |
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I've room for you |
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They say we're 'corrupted' |
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They say we're 'disturbing' |
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I don't know |
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It must be true |
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They say we're 'reckless' |
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They say we're 'vicious' |
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It's just a rumour |
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We don't leave scars |
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She likes the movement |
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She likes the motion |
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She likes to whisper |
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But then she likes to scream |
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She likes the dancing |
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She likes the make up |
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She likes to forget |
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'bout everything |
