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Yes! I'm your house |
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I got all the mod-cons that you wanted |
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Granted for the price of a job you hate |
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Too bad it's too late |
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To forget where you're at |
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You have to admit, I own you |
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Yeah that's true |
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Hee! Hee! I'm your TV |
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You pay good cash just to see me |
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Suck up your time with the lives of others |
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Mash up your brain to a frozen to a frozen dinner |
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From lap to lips subliminal clips |
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Engrave the words on your soul, I own you, I own you |
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Hey I own you |
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You know that's true |
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Oh I own you |
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And you know that's true |
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Ha! Ha! I'm your car |
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Where ever I go is where ever you are |
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I move at the touch of your toes |
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Your pride and joy and everyone knows |
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You're keeping up appearances |
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For you don't dare to let it show, I own you |
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Ho! Ho! I'm your phone |
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You push all my buttons we're never alone |
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It kills you to leave me at home |
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Or think of the drivel you'd miss |
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Without the tender kiss of my tones |
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That moan and moan and moan and moan... |
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I own you |
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Yes I own you |
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And you know that's true |
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And I own you |
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And you know that's true |
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He! He! I'm your PC |
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You're all upgraded second reality |
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Online, I realize I'm helping escape a life benign |
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Porn and pointless emails to faceless strangers |
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Now that's a sign, I own you |
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Hmm I own you |
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Yeah you know that's true |
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Oh I own you |
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And you know that's true, oh |
