| When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes
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| And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back
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| I won’t refuse if you know how to use it
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| Just stop playing that ugly drug music
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| Thirteen steps lead down
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| Thirteen steps lead down
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| There’s commoners and kings
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| And everyone’s a prisoner of
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| Paper and glue
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| And a decent pair of scissors
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| So tonight I’m drinking to your health
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| Because I just can’t stand myself
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| Thirteen steps lead down
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| She stands and fails
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| On fashion fingernails
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| Her lovers have her walking 'round
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| On instruments of torture
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| And one of them is poisonous
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| The other is a thief they say
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| So what one could give to her
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| The other cannot take away
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| When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes
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| And lies in her splendour for a picture opportunity
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| Cover up that bruise, put on patent leather shoes
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| Just stop playing that bad mood music
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| Thirteen steps lead down |