| Smokey eyes and dressed to kill
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| In she walks, the room stands still
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| People talk, stop dead in their tracks
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| Watching it unfold from a stool at the back
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| Oh, the night is young
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| We’ve got time to play the scene out right
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| She’s got my mind running as wild as
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| The dragon tattooed on her thigh
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| Oh, dishevelled tonight
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| Tucked in a corner at the back of the room
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| Nobody wiser to what we’re up to
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| Just taking a few moments with a handful of love
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| Grinding to the movement 'neath the table above
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| Oh, let’s get outta here
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| Oh, let’s neck that bottle of wine
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| Slip out amongst the chancers
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| Oh, it’s closing time
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| Halfway dishevelled, alright
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| Dishevelled, alright
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| Back of the alley in a shadow of light
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| Up against the stonework of Pier 49
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| Sweat flows and dampens red hot skin
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| Every single moment burning within
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| Oh, hand in hand walking the streets
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| The aftermath of Saturday night
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| Blending in, shining beneath the full moon light
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| Oh, dishevelled, alright
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| Dishevelled, alright
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| Hmm, dishevelled, alright
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| Yeah, dishevelled, alright |