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The girl downstairs has no last name |
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She calls herself Asia X |
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Is she pretentious |
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Or is she just cryptic |
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Or is she on the run from the I.R.S. |
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But at night I feel the surges |
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And my sinking ship submerges |
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There's a tidal wave of urges to get wet |
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CHORUS |
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So dive right down |
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There is no net (you might get wet) |
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But anything you want |
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You jsut might get |
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Just beware those emotional wrecks |
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In the underwater world of Asia X |
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Nine locks on her door are there to protect her |
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From all of the boys in her mind |
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Eight to confound the building inspector |
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And one just for the broken heart I left behind |
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But I can't forget that waterbed |
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Or that kinky coral reef |
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And I can't believe the things she said |
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Between those deep soul kisses in the sea |
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CHORUS |
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Put that conch shell up to your ear |
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You can hear Asia sigh |
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Put that conch shell up to your ear |
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You can hear Asia scream why why why |
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But I never hear her crying |
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For that pickled heart of mine |
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And she spends her life denying |
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While the tears just blend with the brine |
