| Dionysus, I want to be hot
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| Dionysus, does anyone not?
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| Dionysus, I want the power
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| Of desire, of allure
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| Dionysus, hear my prayer
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| I want to share your rare electric fire
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| I want to be sticky, a staticky bomb
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| Sticky and pretty, and never alone
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| I want to be loved, I want to be used
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| But only when I want, by whom I choose
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| Dionysus hear my prayer
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| I want to share your rare electric fire
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| But I’m getting too much, I’m getting too bored
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| I don’t want to be touched, I want to be ignored
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| Dionysus, I can’t turn it off
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| Dionysus, I’m sickened by love
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| Like a Jesus, a Midas, a Croesus of sex
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| My life’s been wrecked by your electric fire
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| I just want to sit here and play my lyre
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| I don’t want to hear about your rare fire
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| Leave me alone, to play my guitar
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| Now I know how lucky the lonely are |