| Life was oh so, so erotic
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| Somewhere deep inside his eyes
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| Share a joke, drink a coke
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| Tighten up your favourite clothes
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| Lovers always
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| Telling lies
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| Maybe they’re just outta time
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| Dig a hole on your own
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| Satan’s crawlin on my soul
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| Turn around, face this way
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| Better to avoid the rays
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| Plastic hearts ignore the pain
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| But oh, oh, oh mean Mr. Terror believe it
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| Build me a queen with with your magnetic machine
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| Hey Mr. Terror believe it
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| Build me a queen with with your magnetic machine
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| I want to be my subterranean queen
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| Oh no, no, no natives are frightened away
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| Oh no, no, no she’s gonna blow you away
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| Mean Mr. Terror believe it
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| Build me a queen with your magnetic machine
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| Mean Mr. Terror believe it
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| Build me a queen with your bikini machine man
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| I want you to be my subterranean queen |