| The red, red lips
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| Of some secret solution
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| The Central Intelligence Agency
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| Has a file that’s a mile longer than peace
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| She’s naked on the phone
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| Watching them back
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| No eyes, just their stupid grins
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| They long to be liberal mannequins
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| And in their tiny room
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| They eat Chinese food
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| And they don’t call their wives
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| Cause the girl in the window is Pressing her breasts up against the window pane
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| The guy they’re after on the floor below her is Cutting cocaine
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| Higher than the building
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| A one way trip
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| Whoever thought she’d miss
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| The ins and outs of oxygen
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| The darkest side of the biggest goddamn ride
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| You’ve ever been on Her mother loves that show
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| Even though she never gets the answers right
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| It’s easier to play along
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| Sometimes more than being wrong
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| They found her in her room
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| Wearing a pink bunny suit
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| And sour cherry lipstick
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| Hanging from the closet door
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| Her eyes were wide maybe to despise
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| Maybe just to look into your
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| Headlight, morning glow
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| Headlighht, morning glow
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| And this is it, this is it Prime time deliveranve
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| Prime time deliverance
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| And this is it, this is it Prime time deliveranve
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| Prime time
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| That you have and you hold
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| If you have then you hold
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| That you have and you hold
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| If you have then you hold
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| That you have and you hold
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| If you have then you hold
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| If you have then you hold
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| And she says the best thing you can do Is hang around for a while |