| I could sing that I’m a virgin and show my tits
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| Decree how sex improves the world
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| In which masturbation is the thing of the day
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| «I'm afraid I haven’t got much to say.»
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| I thought about «Hello, fool, I love you»
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| Or repeat a hundred times «How do you do»
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| I wanna dance with somebody, hey, I like that sound
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| But there ain’t nobody humpin' around
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| I wanna meet the man who wrote these lyrics
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| He must be great
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| I wanna meet the man who wrote these songs
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| I wanna meet the man
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| And while I sing these words to you
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| There’s a rat in my kitchen, don’t know what I’ll do
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| Forget about the rat and sing along
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| 'cause we feel so strong and we can’t go wrong
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| We walk hand in hand to the promised land
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| I think I met the man who wrote these lyrics
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| I guess I have ignored the things he said
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| I think I have noticed how expensive perfume
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| Never coveres up smelly breath |