| Shimmy down and bail out
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| the side door of your hotel
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| seems your dear diary
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| didn’t know you so well
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| what real grandeur had your
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| weekends to shout about
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| seems you had a way out
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| yes you had a way out
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| Starting to kick in wanting to feel it something’s coming out
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| starting to feel it wanting to feel it sun is coming out
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| You’re getting used to your
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| exotic, embryonic new world
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| There’s a reflection of the goddess adulteress
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| in your pearls
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| go on be honest
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| what’s been the best time of your life
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| please say it was chasing wood
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| while you were the president’s wife
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| (Chorus)
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| She’s the one
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| running out the door
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| she got the gris-gris on and she’s shouting I want more
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| yeah give me more
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| And never again
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| will you be accused
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| of being something you are not
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| in light of the incident
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| with that little piece of clothing you forgot
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| and now your cheveux
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| has gone gray
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| and you’re standing by the fire
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| your repertoire is so stellar
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| I can’t help but admire
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| Starting to kick in wanting to feel it something’s coming out
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| starting to feel it wanting to feel it sun is coming out
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| (chorus)
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| You’re a cold bird Madame Trudeaux
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| lead the way so others follow
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| of all the things that you could do they never thought of this |