| I see her sittin at the ice cream parlor with a banana split
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| Emanating such a radiant color of amethyst
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| I can’t camouflage the jitters or the franticness
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| Everything about her fly posture says tantra bliss
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| The phantoms kiss spills poison from her still lips
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| That type of class is from a 1950's film script
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| I’m captivated to the core, it’s hard to swallow
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| She’s like a sun-dipped spirit gushing from the foggy hollows
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| There’s condensation on the new bent metal
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| A conversation with this blue-lipped devil could peel the two lip petals
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| My fate’ll say to me «Be calm and be cool»
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| But she learned to rule the world in cosmetology school
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| She’s not like a Betty Page, she’s like a Bible page
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| She’s like a neon sky filled with a wild haze
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| I get her name and ask her for her number quite politely
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| She walks away while saying «If you’re lucky then you’ll find me.»
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| But I think I feel that this time it’s different
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| Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses
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| Something so intoxicating happens in your kisses
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| Lithium lips, it’s those lithium lips, it’s those
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| But I think I feel that this time it’s different
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| Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses
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| Something so intoxicating happens in your kisses
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| Lithium lips, it’s those lithium lips, it’s those
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| I see her downstairs at the hotel bar, continue story
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| Her eyes are stormy, she makes sure that she ignores me
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| This is nobody’s promiscuous daughter
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| I roll a cigarette and order up a whiskey and water
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| Oh Christ, I can smell her from here
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| The ambrosia is like a sugar-coated elephant’s ear
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| And now the prevalent fear is sweetly scented with the venoms we pass
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| Girls learn sexiness, women teach class
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| I approach her but I don’t say a thing
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| I just take the halo off her head and wear it as a wedding ring
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| She’s not a sexy thing, she’s a sassy thinker
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| A classy drinker with the wine glass to tap her finger
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| Elegantly dressed, coats of posh nail polish
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| She sucks the heart from another cocktail olive
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| She says, «Quit having dreams about touching my face. |
| Cause you’re only in love
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| with the chase.»
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| Then she gets up and leaves
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| But I think I feel that this time it’s different
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| Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses
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| Something so intoxicating happens in your kisses
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| Lithium lips, it’s those lithium lips, it’s those
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| But I think I feel that this time it’s different
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| Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses
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| Something so intoxicating happens in your kisses
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| Lithium lips, it’s those lithium lips, it’s those lips
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| Now I don’t ever fall in love
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| But on nights like this, when nimbus cloudlets of black fluff circle the
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| skyscrapers
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| And the pulse of the city breaths new depths
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| That cleanse the palate of self
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| I have encounters like this
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| But I think I feel that this time it’s different
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| Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses
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| Something so intoxicating happens in your kisses
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| Lithium lips, it’s those lithium lips, it’s those
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| But I think I feel that this time it’s different
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| Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses
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| Something so intoxicating happens in your kisses
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| Lithium lips, it’s those lithium lips, it’s those lips |