| Oh brother, it’s not like the past
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| We’re wearing stilettos and talking too fast
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| Passing the mirror hung up in pose
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| The boys they were fairest in immaculate clothes
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| Lunch with Janet Street Porter and Marilyn’s nose
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| But this life is a baby, so sad when it grows
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| Into you and me, ah, what the hell we’re gonna be?
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| Where will we go and what will we be?
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| If we can’t communicate intelligently
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| There’s a price on my head but I’ve never been free
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| I said, «'How d’ya keep your credibility?»
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| No more crying, no more trying
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| Please, no more dying
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| I just wanna be free
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| I’m taking the trouble right to your door
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| Why’d you do it, you bastard? |
| Don’t love you no more
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| Sinners beside me, saints on the right
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| And if you slow down, you’ll be a turkey tonight
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| C’mon let’s go a little further, don’t be uptight
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| If you feel insecure, well, just turn off the light
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| Where will we go and what will we be?
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| If we can’t communicate intelligently
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| There’s a price on my head but I’ve never been free
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| I said, «'How d’ya keep your credibility?»
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| I said, «'How d’ya keep your credibility?» |