| Masquerade, she tastes like chardonnay
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| Now the party’s over, she says, «Boy come over»
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| Misbehave and don’t stop teasing me
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| Now you’re analyzing, I’ll be fantasizing
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| Sweet stranger, the danger
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| I should have known
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| She’s po-po-poison, I said
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign
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| And now, would someone tell me how
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| We started out with hello to lipstick on the pillow
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| Cigarettes to smoke away regrets
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| My memory is fuzzy, she wasn’t really, was she?
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| She’s fiction addiction
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| I should have known
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| She’s po-po-poison, I said
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign
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| Anytime, every time
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| She gets me out of line
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| Warning sign, gotta go
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign
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| No, whoa, whoa
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| She’s a red, red, red light warning sign |