| Turn me on my friend
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| Don’t put your fingers on my live wire (White line)
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| Push buttons on my breasts
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| Let language stand for sex and lie
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| Your features turn to grass
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| Your slipping sliding sticking moulds
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| My hardware’s made of clay
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| Come sculpt with me babe
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| Bang on the door
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| I can’t hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Chart beep
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| Call the fax, man, tell the fax
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| Chart beep
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| Come to know now, all the time
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| Chart beep
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| Call the fax, man, tell the fax
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| Chart beep
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| We’re in my home
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| Let’s go get naked
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| Let’s become splattered, become splattered on
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| Facts or fiction
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| Your life’s not meaningless but this is
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| There’s blood on the door
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| I can’t hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Chart beep
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| Call the fax, man, tell the fax
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| Chart beep
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| Come to know now, all the time
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| Chart beep
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| Call the fax, man, tell the fax
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| Chart beep
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| Become splattered, become splattered on
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Hear you at all
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| Chart beep
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| Call the fax, man, tell the fax
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| Chart beep
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| We’re in my home
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| Let’s go get naked
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| Lets become splattered, become splattered on |