| Hey! |
| She raves and she’s talking, she’s a dirty girl and she’s disgusted
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| Some people are not so lucky… Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| A red light on Notre Dame, I don’t drink a “osh-osh†champagne
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| Some people are not so lucky… Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| Well they stare from the windows, and they lean on the buttons
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| As the cars die crashing in the street
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| I feel like Attila the Hun, I feel like Nagasaki
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| Some people are not so lucky… Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| I feel like a, a president, I’ve given up (given up)
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| (Given up) Given up on you (given up on you)
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| Some people are not so lucky (not so lucky)…Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| Well they stare from the windows, and they lean on the buttons
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| As the cars die crashing in the street
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| Need to talk to somebody, need to talk to someone
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| I could fall in love with that girl
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| I feel like a slow dive (slow dive)…Mmm-hmm…Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| I feel like dirty girl… Lucky me… Mmm-hmm…Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| Heading my way… a real kick…
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| A few drops on the windows, a tear in your dress
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| And seeing the scars as a matter of fact
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| How to walk in the house of flowers and the dance goes on
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| It’s the last thing I wear these scenes
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| Talk to someone, talk to somebody
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| Someone, somebody, someone, talk to somebody, someone
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| Well, they stare from the windows and they lean on the buttons
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| As the cars die crashing in the street
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| Need to talk to somebody, need to talk to someone
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| I could fall in love with that girl
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| Well they stare from the windows and they lean on the buttons
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| As the cars die crashing in the street
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| Need to talk to somebody, need to talk to someone
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| I could fall in love without that girl
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| I feel like a slow dive, lucky me, oh… Oo oo… Lucky me…
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| I feel like a dirty girl, ha… Oo oo… Oh, I’m dying! |