| Shock after shock from the snake she bites
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| Happy hour downtown ladies night
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| With your townie boys who make your brethren fight
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| Night after night after night after night, Go!
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| Come on sweetheart, come on sweetheart, Oh!
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| It’s an eye for any eye 'neath the hurricane sky
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| How will you find me a lover in time
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| With your muscle vest clad lads who nearly fight
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| Close off you senses and turn out the lights
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| Turn out the lights
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| Oh-oh. |
| La-la-la-la
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| She had the best face in the place
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| She had the lip gloss and the grace
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| There’s really nothing in the script she said
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| You can have what you want!
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| Oh, heed this sound advice
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| No don’t you tell me any lies
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| Look into these eyes, they see right through
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| Well, the skits the same but the face is new
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| Oh-oh
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| All the crying tarts who step on broken hearts
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| Is all you get
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| The drinks go on and the beat’s the resounding
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| The drinks go on and the beat’s still sounding
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| Come on darling, come on darling, come on sweetheart!
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| You look pretty, pretty fit
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| For a pedestrian pounding
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| This nightclubs still shit
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| Bu be weary of the gypsy boys you’re mounting
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| Oh-oh. |
| La-la-la-la
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| She had the best face in the place
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| She had the lip gloss and the grace
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| There’s really nothing in the script she said
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| You can have what you want!
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| Oh, heed this sound advice
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| No don’t you tell me any lies
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| Look into these eyes, they see right through
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| Well, the skits the same but the face is new
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| Oh-oh
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| The best that’s what you’ll get before
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| The walk of shame tomorrow
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| And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
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| Your monkey lot
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| They tumble round
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| You dance your f**king swan song
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| You dance your f**king swan song
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| You dance your f**king swan song
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| To a blundering oracle
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| Oh-oh. |
| La-la-la-la
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| So here’s to your future
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| And your awful wedded wife
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| She had the best face in the place
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| She had the lip gloss and the grace
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| There’s really nothing in the script she said
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| You can have what you want!
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| Oh, heed this sound advice
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| No don’t you tell me any lies
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| Look into these eyes, they see right through
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| Well, the skits the same but the face is new
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| Oh-oh |