| I can barely see your sneakers
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| You say I got to keep my head down
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| You’re painting my portrait
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| In a red velvet gown
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| How do you see me
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| As demure and discreet?
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| But do you know what I’ll do
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| Do you know what I’ll do
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| When I go out on the street?
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| Pure sin, pure sin
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| The kind you won’t mind
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| The kind there could be trouble in
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| I can barely see your sneakers
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| You know they look pretty rough
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| Well I bet when you get loaded
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| You can get pretty tough
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| You pass me the caviar
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| Say «hey baby do you want something to eat? |
| «But do you know what I’ll do
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| Do you know what I’ll do
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| When I go out on the street?
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| Pure sin, pure sin
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| The kind you won’t mind
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| The kind there could be trouble in
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| I can barely see your sneakers
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| You’re dripping paint all over the place
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| Why not get right to the point
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| And splash it right on my face!
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| How do you see me?
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| As silly and sweet?
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| But do you know what I’ll do
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| When I go out on the street
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| Pure sin, pure sin
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| The kind you won’t mind
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| The kind there could be trouble in |