| Now I’m of consenting age
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| To be forgetting you in a cabaret
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| Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen
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| May even ask my name
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| As she sheds her skin on stage
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| I’m seated and sweating to a dance song on the club’s PA.
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| And the strip joint veteran sits two away
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| Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri…
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| And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
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| I’m exactly where you’d like me you know
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| Praying for love in a lap dance
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| And paying in naivety
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| Oh, isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
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| I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know
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| Praying for love in a lap dance
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| And paying in naivety
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| Oh, but I’m afraid that I,
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| Well I may have faked it
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| And I wouldn’t be caught dead-d-dead-d-dead-d-dead in this place
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| Well, I’m afraid that I,
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| That’s right, well I may have faked it
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| And I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place
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| And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
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| I’m exactly where you’d like me you know
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| Praying for love in a lap dance
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| And paying in naivety
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| Oh, isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
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| I’m exactly where you’d like me you know
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| Praying for love in a lap dance
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| And paying in naivety
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| Well, I’m afraid that I,
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| Well I may have faked it
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| And I wouldn’t be caught dead-d-dead-d-dead-d-dead in this place
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| Well, I’m afraid that I,
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| That’s right, well I may have faked it
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| And I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place
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| And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
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| I’m exactly where you’d like me you know
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| Praying for love in a lap dance
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| And paying in naivety
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| Oh, isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
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| I’m exactly where you’d like me you know
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| Praying for love in a lap dance
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| And paying in naivety
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| Praying for love and paying in naivety
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| Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh |