| I was on the sidelines taking one for the team
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| Suddenly she emerged from the steam
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| Picking all the pink ice cream
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| Put out the sound of the siren start to scream
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| I was blinded by a death ray beam
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| From the heavy metal sex ray machine
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| And I don’t want to be the one still around
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| Looking lonely, staring at the ground
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| Twist her gaze in like a knife and you’ll see how it feels
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| And I need to know are you imagined or real
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| Or somewhere in between
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| Oh
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| Dirty you up some
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| And then I want to lick you clean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| I want to dirty you up some
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| And then I want to lick you clean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| 'Cause your lights don’t tell the world my moves should be
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| But they sure might illuminate my fantasy
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| Asking everyone I know «What's wrong with his diction?»
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| How come it tastes so good when it’s such a rotten mixture?
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| It’s not a but I’m willing to be flexible
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| I want to dirty you up some
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| And then lick you clean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| I want to dirty you up some
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| And then I want to lick you clean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| Show me what your lights mean
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| The lights fix me in place
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| The lights feel like outer space
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| The lights fix me in place
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| The lights seem like outer space
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| The lights fix |