| I stood on somebody’s front porch sellin' vitamins
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| Three naked women answered the door like: «Invite him in!»
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| I never intended to live a life of sin
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| But I may never be in a place like this again
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| So I’ma live this life like it’s the last one
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| I step inside with every intention of havin' fun
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| The women lead me to the back of the mansion, and I’m stunned
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| By incense and decorations, lavishly done
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| Then suddenly it’s opium smoke that I’m inhalin'
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| Details blend; |
| my mind is in a tailspin
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| It’s a hell of a day in the life of a vitamin salesman
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| But there’s no need to keep sellin'; |
| I’ll just chill a bit
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| Surrounded by beautiful skin and crushed velvet
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| I feel a rush to my pelvis as the women undress me
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| But then I catch a glimpse of reflection that vexes me
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| There’s an emaciated man behind a curtain whispering…
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| I used to be just like you
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| Now I’ve gotta pay for the lust I knew
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| Tell me what must I do?
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| Don’t stop here; |
| rush right through
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| I came here in the same way you did
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| Polluted by the poison of cupid
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| Testicles inflated by my sexual |
| Greatness, the delectable ladies
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| Handling me, it was a little boy’s fantasy:
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| Opiates, cocaine and mammary glands;
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| I’m a family man with four kids
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| And a mortgage, but I couldn’t resist the forces
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| Of the snap of the jaws; |
| it’s happened before, bruv
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| Turn ‘round; |
| she’ll be slammin' the door shut
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| You’re stuck; |
| you can never get your pride back
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| You are tied to a life in the flytrap
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| You are inside the grip now; |
| lie back
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| You can never escape man, I tried that
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| The door’s guarded by this white cat
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| Whose straight gaze could turn the sky’s black
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| Flick of the tail, flutter of eyelash
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| And your getaway plans man are sidetracked
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| Your mind snaps in a flash of the synapse
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| And you’ll find yourself running right back
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| So don’t listen to these hoes whisperin'
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| Even when soap glistens on a titty in a pretty way
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| Go home before you’re trapped in a stone prison
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| Forced to bone women fifty times on any given day
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| I used to be just like you
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| Now I’ve gotta pay for the lust I knew
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| Tell me what must I do?
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| Don’t stop here; |
| rush right through |
| This has gotta be the greatest dilemma I’ve ever faced
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| These incredible women are ready to give it away
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| And this pathetic slave is sayin' that I’d better escape
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| I’m feelin' so frustrated that I’m ready to break
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| The women tell me to forget it, not to listen to the bastard
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| That he’s just a sex addict they keep locked in the attic
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| For kicks, and if he wanted to get rid of the habit
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| And quit, he could walk away just like that
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| But he keeps babbling about this little white cat
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| When it’s another kind of pussy that keeps him coming back
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| I feel like I’m gonna crack, the temptation is so strong
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| But something goes wrong; |
| now I’m pullin' my clothes on
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| The women drop to their knees like, «Don't go, please
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| Hold on; |
| you can have us all before dawn!»
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| But I’m beyond listenin'; |
| I’m fightin' ‘em off
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| And gathering the boxes from my vitamin stocks
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| The white cat tries to bite me as I walk past
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| But I just give it a swift kick right in the chops
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| And now I’m back to my life on the block
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| How was I supposed to know who to believe |
| The super freaks or the dude on a leash?
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| I’m usually open to sweetness, but there’s too many people
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| Who lose their freedom in a moment of weakness
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| That’s why I don’t sleep with hoes and leeches
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| I used to be just like you
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| Now I’ve gotta pay for the lust I knew
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| Tell me what must I do?
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| Don’t stop here; |
| rush right through |