| That noise from beneath your bed
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| Beneath the floorboards to where they slept
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| Right by that silicone tube of lipstick
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| That rubbed off on his
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| They lie in silken down
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| And you lie there grinning like a clown
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| And your pin poked through that papered prophylactic
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| Like a semiautomatic and
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| Six weeks on Yeah it’s much too long
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| It’s been a while since we messed around
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| And it’s ok The worst they can do is kill me Hey
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| With those high heeled toes
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| Babe you lift up my soul
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| Your lipstick stains on the elevator door
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| And you told me That you love, that you love
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| That you love me Gin, Zippos, and Hand Grenades
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| We drank every drink that had a name
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| And those honkytonk blues just drowned our sins away
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| Yeah
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| That jukebox playing our jams tonight
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| The cigarette smoke in the candlelight
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| Baby neon signs never gave me so much life
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| Babe I don’t need no hyperbole
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| Just give me some plain old rock and roll and
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| Six weeks on Yeah it’s much too long
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| It’s been a while since we messed around
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| And it’s ok The worst they can do is kill me Hey
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| With those high heeled toes
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| Babe you lift up my soul
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| Your lipstick stains on the elevator door
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| And you told me That you love, that you love
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| That you love me Six weeks on Yeah it’s much too long
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| It’s been a while since we messed around
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| And it’s ok The worst they can do is kill me Hey
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| With those high heeled toes
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| Babe you lift up my soul
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| Your lipstick stains on the elevator door
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| And you told me That you love, that you love
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| That you love me |