| Friday night, city of angels
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| Step on stage on 10 pm precise
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| All the lights dim in respect now
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| Green velvet swallow dice
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| Cause here she comes.
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| She flows in smooth like a virus
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| A siren voice soothing deep in the unconscious
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| Straight to your heart
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| Accomplice hands hover on buttons
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| Waiting orders in telepathic code
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| Can a man tame his passion now?
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| As her smile blurs through his eyes
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| She’s still there, the
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| She flows in smooth like a virus
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| A siren voice soothing deep in the unconscious
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| Straight to your heart
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| Takes hold of you bound to slavery
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| A voodoo spell striking deep in your vessels
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| A rip in your guts
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| A look behind the limo window
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| Lipstick blend with sweat and teardrops
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| The lingerie and the bunch of poses remain
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| Like some ash on frozen memory …
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| Frozen fantasy … Frozen fantasy …
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| Frozen fantasy …
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| Takes hold of you bound to slavery
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| Queen of Burlesque
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| A voodoo spell striking deep in your vessels
|
| A rip in your guts
|
| Queen of Burlesque
|
| She flows in smooth like a virus
|
| Queen of Burlesque
|
| A siren voice soothing deep in the unconscious
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| Straight to your heart… |