| Lovely as a split lip… soulful as the city
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| Move and skip, swivel it
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| Sink my fingers in your hair
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| The sweat and the smell of our liquid affair
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| In a gasoline burn our bodies will churn
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| With a flick of the switch
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| You’re plugged into the itch
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| Watch your videos all day… rewind and play… play and play and play
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| My battery got a surge from my finger triggering your spark plug
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| I felt that nervous boost when you bent down and licked my boots
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| Headed in the direction of soma car-crash intersection
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| It’s called «Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?»
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| At least that’s what I am told
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| Laser branded lover, syphilitic thing
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| Bound up and tied, you can’t fly without wings
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| Over oceans of skin, bathed in perversion and sin
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| My parasitic couplet
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| A needle descending
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| My poisonous twin
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| You’re in danger
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| Love walks with a stranger… getting stranger all the time
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| My battery got a charge with my finger triggering your spark plug
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| I felt that nervous boost when you bent down and licked my boots
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| Headed in the direction of soma car-crash intersection
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| It’s called «Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?»
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| Or at least that’s what I am told
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| Play… fade away |