| I’ve got a girl, man, back in Heian
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| Stand at her door, man, all night long
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| Tap-tap-tapping like the cry of the kuina bird
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| Knocking on the cedar and singing this song, man
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| Well she a plump puffy woman, man, small eyes, pale skin
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| Lots of white pan, man, on her face
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| Blackens her teeth man, plucks her brows, man
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| Paints them back in a different place
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| She got soft strong hair, man, down to there, man
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| Washes it for hours while her servants stand by
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| She’s never nude, man, six layers deep, man
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| Colours from the leaves, and colours from the sky
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| I’ve got a girl, man, back in Heian
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| Plump puffy woman, man, small eyes, pale skin
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| Blackens her teeth man, plucks her brows, man
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| Paints them back in a different place
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| She’s not a virgin, who needs that, man
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| Virgins are possessed by demons
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| She’s got a room with a portable screen, man
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| Three attendants, and she’s my woman
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| Gotta tear away, man, head down to Taiwan
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| Cool my heels with some bubble pearl tea
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| Get my head together then it’s back to Heian
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| Where my girl, man, waits for me |