| Can’t you hear those cavalry drums
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| Hijacking your equilibrium?
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| Midnight snacks in the mausoleum
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| Where the pixilated doctors moan
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| Carnivores in the Kowloon night
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| Breathing freon by the candlelight
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| Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
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| Till you thank them for the tea and sympathy
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| I want to defy
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| The logic of all sex laws
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| Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
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| I’ll let you be my chaperone
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| At the halfway home
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| I’m a full-grown man
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| But I’m not afraid to cry
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| Neptune’s lips taste like fermented wine
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| Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
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| Running buck wild like a concubine
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| Whose mother never held her hand
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| Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
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| Wearing hepatitis contact lens
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| Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
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| With Sports Illustrated moms
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| I want to defy
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| The logic of all sex laws
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| Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
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| I’ll let you be my chaperone
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| At the halfway home
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| I’m a full-grown man
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| But I’m not afraid to cry |