| We climb out of bed like the rest of you
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| Post afternoon and we don black suits
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| But all of us aren’t quite as goth as they say we are
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| We just like fast cars
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| And we can dance like the best of them
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| As long as the lights stay low
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| And the jockey knows what she’s doing
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| And we can dance like the best of them
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| As long as the lights stay low
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| And the jockey knows what she’s doing
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| Don’t think aloud, so what if our teeth protrude
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| More than yours do and we perch on stoops
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| And all of us aren’t quite as mean
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| As the drama queens and the static cling
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| And we can dance like the best of them
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| As long as the lights stay low
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| And the jockey knows what she’s doing
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| And we can dance like the best of them
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| As long as the lights stay low
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| And the jockey knows what she’s doing |