Drunk look on my body
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A bitch hardly needs a husband
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From dating to bed
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Step one, like in Moulin Rouge
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Drink up everything that I pour you (yes-yes)
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You hang out with the boys from the bottom
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One more sip
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She's ready to fly
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'Cause I'm ready for anything
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But don't give her what's mine
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I don't believe my eyes, you don't believe in love
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I pour rum and not only drink blood
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A cocktail of feelings hits the tower like Jet Li
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This is fantastic, wilds - Stan Lee
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And so the whole of July
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Either screams or moans fly into the lobby
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Better put your ass in a chair
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We honestly have nothing to catch together, so closely
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Tablet from the head
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What are the plans? |
Who are you treating?
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Let's dot the i
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There is no us, there is me and there is you,
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But something in the end asks for a visit again
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In a sable coat, but against anger
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Without gaining weight and losing brains
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Your bitch has thrown her bones after the stick
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I didn't even remember the color of my eyes
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Jump in Daddy's S-Class
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Get out of here, take your clothes, because what are you standing without rhinestones
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What are you worth without us
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(You hang out with the boys from the bottom)
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Drunk look on my body
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A bitch hardly needs a husband
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From dating to bed
|
Step one, like in Moulin Rouge
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Drink up everything that I pour you (yes-yes)
|
You hang out with the boys from the bottom
|
One more sip
|
She's ready to fly
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'Cause I'm ready for anything
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But don't give her what's mine
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I'm on the block, three in the morning
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Loner with Dreamworks logo
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We don't get a day with you
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Stop poisoning, I really need a detox
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Mad mode and money down the drain
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Hundreds of nights, like a thousand lives
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Eternal minor in Moulin Rouge
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It's not about the fact that I'm in the shit
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Because my pain is not for you
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Only so exotic
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Everything on the ointment, thanks for the show
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I'll leave you where I found
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Don't pretend that all my movement cares about you like that
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Like you, I will not believe, and therefore ...
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Baby, your chic look will only decorate the surroundings
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Don't load me
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Baby, your chic look, behind the lava it is immediately ours
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One more sip
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Drunk look on my body
|
A bitch hardly needs a husband
|
From dating to bed
|
Step one, like in Moulin Rouge
|
Drink up everything that I pour you (yes-yes)
|
You hang out with the boys from the bottom
|
One more sip
|
She's ready to fly
|
'Cause I'm ready for anything
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But don't give her what's mine |