| New York, 3 o’clock at night no sleep God i must be tired
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| Weird thoughts running through my brain
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| My blood is pumping in my vains
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| And there she sits, she looks at me
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| Her skin is pale, her mind is free
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| She smiles and says: how do you do?
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| Come with me or should i go with you
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| Hey baby, you’d better watch out
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| You don’t know what you’re doing
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| When you’re out and about
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| Hey baby, now listen to me
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| Things are never ever quite as they seem
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| She ask me for a cigarette
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| Her eyes are bright, her hair is red
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| Dressed like a whore, but one with style
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| A fantasy, i realise this is no fiction, it’s insane
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| Her make-up shows she knows the game
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| And who am i to tell her no
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| So i grab her coat and say let’s go
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| Hey baby, you’d better…
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| She takes me to her penthouse bed
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| To relax my body and feed my head
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| With stories i never heard before
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| I’m waiting 'cause i know there’s more
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| She takes off her clothes and see
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| This girl has hairy legs like me
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| This may sound a little rude
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| I want sex but not with a dude
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| Hey baby, you’d better |