| I’ve been on tender-hooks ending in dirty looks
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| Listening to the muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
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| She says that’s that, I don’t wanna chitter chat
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| Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
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| Pump it up when you don’t really need it
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| Pump it up until you can feel it
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| Down in the pleasure center, hell bent or heaven sent
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| Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
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| There’s nothing under hand that she wouldn’t understand
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| Pump it up until you can feel it
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| Pump it up when you don’t really need it
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| She’s been a bad girl, she’s like a chemical
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| Though you try to stop it, she’s like a narcotic
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| You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
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| All the things you bought for her
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| Could not get her temperature
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| Pump it up until you can feel it
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| Pump it up when you don’t really need it
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| Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
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| You put your passion out under the pressure pin
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| Fall into submission, hit and run transmission
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| No use wishing now for any other sin
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| Pump it up until you can feel it
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| Pump it up when you don’t really need it |