| Tell us what youre gonna do tonight, mama.
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| There must be someplace you can go In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama,
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| There must be someone you know.
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| God knows, youre lookin good enough,
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| But youre so smooth and the worlds so rough.
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| You might have somethin to loose.
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| Oh, no, pretty mama, what you gonna
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| Do in those shoes?
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| Got those pretty little straps around your ankles
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| Got those shiny little chains around your heart.
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| You go to have your independence
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| But you dont know just where to start.
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| Desperation in the singles bars
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| An all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars.
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| You cant believe your reviews.
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| Oh, no, you cant do that,
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| Once you started wearin those shoes
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| Theyre lookin at you, leanin on you
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| Tell you anything you want to hear
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| They give you tablets of love
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| Theyre waiting for you
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| Got to score you
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| Handy with a shovel and so sincere
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| Ooh, they got the kid glove
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| You just want someone to talk to They just wanna get their hands on you
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| You get whatever you choose
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| Oh, no, you cant do that,
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| Once you started wearin those shoes. |