| They got a mirror full of caine in the bathroom
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| Because nobody here knows when to stop
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| For now we’re just making out with the door unlocked
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| Back in the atrium the music’s slowing down
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| The party’s thinning out for the late crowd
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| Fixes her lipstick, fixes his belt
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| The coast is clear as he walks out
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| She whispers, you get what you pay for
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| We could cost a lot.
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| You get what you pay for
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| And we do it for the taste of a good high
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| We do it for the sake of a hot night
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| The man on the couch in the blue room
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| With everyone stoned and talking at once
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| With no thought to where they’ve been
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| What they could’ve done
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| She sits down beside him
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| Without a hint of shame
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| Because every thing’s the same in it’s own way
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| Kisses her man’s cheek
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| Her hunter eyes lock on her prey
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| She signals, you get what you pay for
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| And we could play a lot
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| You get what you pay for
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| But you do it for the taste of a good high
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| You do it for the sake of a hot night
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| She senses the mirror in him
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| For one irresistible kiss
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| And the lie that she hangs on his neck
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| Like a sliver chain to her whim
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| Pull him into the mirror
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| There’s a mirror full of caine in the bathroom
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| Because nobody here knows when to stop
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| And their hands along the rail
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| Seems he hangs out here a lot |