| I went to the live nude cabaret
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| To see what I could see
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| And I saw the ladies dancing
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| An I guess that they saw me
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| Neither did I vanquish, or surrender to desire
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| Was just more fuel on the fire
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| I’ve heard form follows function
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| And I think that must be true
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| Especially when you think of
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| What the female form will do
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| Its lines and shapes are everywhere
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| As if they follow me
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| Repeating my own longing in everything I see
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| Star of happiness, star of love
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| Lead us to the shore
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| That only women hold the promise of
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| Men would give them money
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| And men would give them gold
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| And shower them with promises
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| Of luxury untold
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| And make their vessels of creation
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| The temples of our souls
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| Ohhhhh let my people go
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| Sea of loneliness, sea of love
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| Carry me upon your endless depths
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| And bear my heart above
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| For I would give her money
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| And I would give her jewels
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| And lead her to the palace my imagination rules
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| And fashion from her nakedness
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| The innocence that’s gone
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| Gone as the time she’s given the suffering of fools |