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Your entire life is a fetish. |
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You got the looks but you ain't got the mechanics |
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And it's my fault; and I gotta get it right (So get it right) |
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Tracing down the back roads of this city |
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I'm tired, giving in to what has been |
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A weekend of victimless crime. |
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This harmless messenger whispers in my ear that it's time. |
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So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right. |
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Until you walked in, |
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I hadn't seen a girl that made me feel like |
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Spilling my guts |
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Would you like to know more? |
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I'm all out of breath, it's hard to speak, |
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You're naked on the floor. |
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Falling down this staircase so effortlessly |
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I've gotta make an exit, like my entrance, |
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So convincing that I'm fine. |
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These flashy girls, they got so much time on their hands |
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It's hard to keep up. |
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The East Village would dry up |
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If the trust funds could expire. |
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Never once did I believe that you weren't worth it. |
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But I never thought of consequences. |
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You start your fires. Why won't you let me see |
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Your red and deepest, darkest desires? |
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I'll keep them secret. |
