| Met her on a Friday afternoon
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| In a neon Day-Glo pink chiffon satin room
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| She never looks back
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| Oh, she always looked good dressed in black
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| Oh… you’re so special
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| Oh… who gives a…
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| Do you want to play?
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| She lived beneath the disco discount store
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| With pictures of Randy Newman scattered all across the floor
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| I said, «This is place looks sort of desolate»
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| She said, «Are you only half alive or have you always been this inarticulate?»
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| Oh… you’re so special
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| Oh… who gives a…
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| Oh
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| Do you want to play?
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| Do you want to play?
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| Oh
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| Don’t think too hard, don’t think too fast
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| Don’t ever give away what you can’t take back
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| Don’t try and understand what you can’t comprehend
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| Underneath the disco neon daylight chandelier disco deity of the chivalry
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| I said, «Take it back, take it back, take it back»
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| Oh… you’re so special
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| Oh… who gives a…
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Do you want to…
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| Oh… you’re so special
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Who give a…
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| Do you want to play? |