| Once upon a time
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| Love with a proper stranger was divine
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| Like a vintage wine, to be tasted, never wasted
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| There was a time
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| When your promiscuity was fine
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| Now it’s a crime
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| And the word that I haven’t heard is:
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| Once upon a time
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| A man would declare an young girl a welcome find
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| Top of the line
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| Sit back there and just enjoy the ride
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| Now, such a guy
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| Can’t even get laid on a Friday night
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| You know why
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| Girls are waiting, interrogating
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| Something’s happening
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| Somebody’s punishing
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| All the innocent happen to be honeymen
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| Something’s happing
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| Something’s in again
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| Just for living in Sodom and Gomorrah again
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| Once up on time
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| Every girl was approachable and prime
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| Now, there’s a sign
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| It hangs on behalf of the private classes
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No more casual sex, man
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| No casual sex
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| No casual sex
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| No casual sex
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| Casual sex
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| Casual sex
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| Casual sex
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| Casual sex
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| Blow, daddy, blow
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| It’s a casualty
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| Some formality
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| (Casual sex)
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| And it’s killing me
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| (Casual sex)
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| No casual sex
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| (Casual sex)
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| No casual sex
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| No casual sex
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| No casual sex
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| No more, no more, no more
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| It’s a casualty
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| Some formality
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| And it’s killing me |