| Dogs at the footsteps transform the more routine
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| Glamor on the make-up, disguise the money.
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| Lifeless and the life, the face will never be the same.
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| Who could ask for more? |
| Who would ask for more?
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| Come and see how it’s done in an ever mistake,
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| Your eyes are dynamite, disguise and dominate.
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| The girl can never get lost, how she gonna be found?
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| She can find herself,
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| She’s gone and drunk tell her that,
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| I won’t follow, she’s out of here.
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| Her smile amounds a metaphor,
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| Don’t crack up, it gonna light up.
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| You know you turn, you turn and you can walk,
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| So take off, tic-tac.
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| Who’s gonna fix your walk?
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| And you walk when you’re broken up Take up, face up, tic-tac, full stop.
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| Don’t you wanna get lost, you know it devastates
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| Glamor on the monkey, disguise and dominate.
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| The girl can never get lost, how she gonna be found?
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| Could she find herself?
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| I won’t follow, she’s out of here. |