| Hot flashes burning my brain
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| Your tongue lashing drive me insane
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| From New York City to LA
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| You’re known as the hottest lay
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| Anya pink canopy gonna shackle ya' down
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| You crossed every back in town
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| From a cheri runaway to a bowery queen
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| Used up before yer sweet sixteen
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| Everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
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| Said everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
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| Look for love on a one way street
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| Bedding down with every new band you meet
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| A-stripping and a-dancing and buying some downs
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| Support the latest sensation in town
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| And while you’re performing on your leopard skin sheets
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| The roadies all keeping the beat
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| You fell asleep with the meat between your cavities
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| And a case of water on the knees
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| Everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
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| Said everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
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| Ah yeah!
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| Everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
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| Yeah everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth |