| First I take my finger
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| And put it on your skin
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| Makes a little white mark
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| And then it turns to red again
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| So if you’re lazy on a Sunday
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| And you got nothin' to do
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| If you wanna get a sunburn
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| Come on up to the roof
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| I think your nose is peelin'
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| The sun is hot and clear
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| The city’s fairly steamin'
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| And I can taste your skin from here
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| So if you’re lazy on a Sunday
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| Any Tuesday’ll do
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| If you wanna get a sunburn
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| Come on up to the roof
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| See, I was up here yesterday
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| Saw some pigeons on a power line
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| Looked like notes upon a music paper
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| I wrote it down
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| I guess Manhatten gets the last line
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| Sounds like
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| Ba-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Ba-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo |