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Darling, you look dashing, you see |
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The flashing, you walk on by |
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You're depressed, and modeling a pink dress |
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Diamonds from your neck won't fly that high |
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I loved you, and trusted you |
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But the way you live is wrong |
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So please do not be late |
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How can you demonstrate |
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The way I sing this song |
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So baby sell your soul |
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Into the fashion show |
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Your heels are clicking to the sound of this currency |
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So stomp this down again |
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Just let this show begin |
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Your hips and thighs show signs of urgency |
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I wanna feel you, |
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I wanna be at the door |
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I want to lend you a helping hand |
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But when I see you (but when I see you) |
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I'm not sure, I'm holding back as you walk away |
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Just twirl them mighty hips |
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Inside the music beats |
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Your nails are scratching at the plaster |
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Apply lipstick, oh yeah |
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You're gonna win again |
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Kick that life that he has shattered |
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I wanna feel you, |
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I wanna be at the door |
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I want to lend you a helping hand |
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But when I see you (but when I see you) |
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I'm not sure, I'm holding back as you walk away |
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Wake up, you've got a long way to go |
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Your insecurities have stolen this show |
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Behind the bangs and the darkly lined eyes, |
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Sits daddy's girl with the force of fed lies |
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Wake up, you've got a long way to go |
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Your insecurities have stolen this show |
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Behind the bangs and the darkly lined eyes, |
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Sits daddy's girl with the force of fed lies |
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I wanna feel you, |
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I wanna be at the door |
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I want to lend you a helping hand |
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But when I see you (but when I see you) |
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I'm not sure, I'm holding back as you walk away |
