| Topless models doing semaphore
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| Wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored
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| Illuminations on a rainy day
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| When she walks, her footsteps sing a reckless serenade
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| I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need
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| Called up to listen to the voice of reason
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| And got the answering machine
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| The type of kisses where teeth collide
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| When she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby
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| Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes
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| Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she’s walking by
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| I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need
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| Called up to listen to the voice of reason
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| And got his answering machine
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| I left my message, but did he fuck get back to me
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| And now I’m stuck still wondering how it’s meant to be
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| Singing a reckless serenade, reckless serenade
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| Reckless serenade, reckless serenade
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| Reckless serenade, reckless serenade
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| Reckless serenade |