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Hot flashes burning my brain |
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Your tongue lashing drive me insane |
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From New York City to L.A. |
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You're known as the hottest lay |
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Anya pink canopy gonna shackle ya' down |
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You lost every battle in town |
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From a cheri runaway to a bowery queen |
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Used up before yer sweet sixteen |
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Everyone knows you were caught |
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With the meat in your mouth |
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Said everyone knows you were caught |
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With the meat in your mouth |
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Look for love on a one way street |
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Bedding down with every new band you meet |
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A stripping and a dancing and a buying some downs |
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Support the latest sensation in town |
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And while you're performing on your leopard skin sheets |
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The roadies all keeping the beat |
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You fell asleep with the meat between your cavities |
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And a case of water on the knees |
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Yeah everyone knows you were caught |
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With the meat in your mouth |
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Said everyone knows you were caught |
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With the meat in your mouth |
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Everyone knows you were caught |
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With the meat in your mouth |
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Yeah everyone knows you were caught |
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With the meat in your mouth |