| Come on baby, show me your favorite
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| I’m as addicted as your lips to your cigarette
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| I’m a lover of a second degree,
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| My Mona Lisa wasn’t looking at me
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| To adore you
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| Alright
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| All in favor, take the stand and defend me
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| I’m so cold and lonely,
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| I could be dead
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| But I’m doing alright!
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| Cleaning my hands out my bloody fingers,
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| My brain is scattered like the thoughts in my pattern
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| I’m a lover of a second degree,
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| My Mona Lisa wasn’t looking at me
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| Throw some salt over your shoulder baby!
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| I’ve got a new love
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| Fall out from the band
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| I’ve got a new low,
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| It’s alright from the back
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| Uh uh uh uh
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| Well I was thinking of it
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| Why don’t I start mention it?
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like!
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| I know what you want,
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| but it’s not gonna be what you like! |