| I’m a player in a game show
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| And it’s poisoning my mind
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| I’m a string on someone’s yo-yo
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| I feel my life is trivialised, oh yeah
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| I eat scandal for my breakfast
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| I spit gossip late at night
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| I’m not one for fancy speeches
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| But they’re sucking me like leeches
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| Feel my body’s under radio control
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| Listen
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, every woman that I’m loving
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| She’s got to have that sense of style
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| And all the men love that aggression
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| They want to walk that extra mile
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| I’m getting sick of competition
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| You better take me off this mission
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| Feel my body’s under radio control
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| Listen
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| I always stay fresh
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| Don’t run out of juice
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| I don’t let the power run dry
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| Don’t make a fool of myself
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| Let my tounge hang too loose
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| I stay out of range to survive
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| Every woman she got to walk that extra mile
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| I’m not one for fancy speeches
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| But they’re sucking me like leeches
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| Feel my body’s under radio control
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| Listen
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Walk forwards, walk backwards
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| Radio control
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| Work hard, take a vacation
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| Radio control, wooh
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| Radio control
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| Radio control |