| No one ever gets to know how I get my kicks
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| Because baby that’s my own, that’s my own bussiness
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| When I’m down at the stores, I put a chill in the air
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| And these guys wanna talk, but I can’t say I care
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| Much about the people buzzing around me
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| And they’re speaking all the time about such, and such, and such
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| But it’s fucking boring
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| So I don’t mind if they want to marginalize me
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| Yeah, keep me on the sidelines 'cause it’s easy, just fine
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| I can keep myself busy
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| No you don’t get to ask me, where I go at night
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| I’m kinda fierce with my privacy
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| It’s a human right
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| I keep a little black flag, in an old jam jar
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| 'Cause she reminds me of you guys
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| And how you never get far
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| When you buzz around the shade of the tree
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| And you’re speaking all the time about this, and that, and then
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| But it’s fucking boring
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| 'Cause I’m a star
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| Yeah, I’m on a far out frequency
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| I’ve been listening for patterns on my satelite TV
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| And bribing my setencing
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| It’s a feeling that I can’t quite explain
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| It’s like I have a manner of a heavenly hand
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| Still tethered up my brain |