| Will you sleep with my friend he’s alone
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| Got some money got no family plans
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| He’s got the mojo and chastity pants
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| And a blister pack full of romance
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| Wicked words in perfect fluctuation
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| They tell me nothing really matters anymore now
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| And if I do, or if I don’t, it’s all temporary
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| Anyway
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| In other words
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| I really don’t know what to say
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| I guess it would be nice if we were lovers
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| On the way to matrimony
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| Hold my hand
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| Pretend I’m the fisherman’s bend
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| On your travelling shoes
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| Simone!
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| Will you sleep with my friend he’s alone
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| Got some money, got no family plans
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| If you see him again
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| Will you tell him
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| As long as you’re
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| Broke that you
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| Get what you
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| Pay for
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| Oh God it’s really not my intention
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| To make you
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| Believe in me
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| In this world of interventions
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| I never thought I would boil down to the core
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| Of everything I wanted to hide from you
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| The truth is that I’m scared of everything I sense as real
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| And have you noticed that I’m nervous?
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| That’s because
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| Ironic distance
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| Only works for those
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| Who bleed the most
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| Now the joke is on me
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| So tell me what you think of your boyfriend
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| Is he the kind of boy that you
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| Want to be alone with
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| As the emptiness haunts your perfect little masquerade
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| What is the matter Simone
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| Don’t you like the attention?
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| Pulling off the veil of vanity
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| Won’t scare him
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| Away
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| Simone!!!
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| Will you sleep with my friend he’s alone
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| Got some money, got no family plans
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| He’s got the mojo and chasity pants
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| And now he’s looking for some love and romance
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| In a mutal
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| Beneficial
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| Kind of way
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| But nothing seems to make you get off, Simone
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| Let’s try another way
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| Simone!!! |