| uh, i
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| (She read poetry to me)
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| She recited poems to me in Japanese (Hokku)
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| Love froze in a pose as if covered in wax
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| The city fell asleep, and I dumped out of the apartment (M)
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| Explode at speed like a TNT train
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| From whom does this still not drag money?
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| Croupier, how many knights are left at the round table?
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| Called a lady to the promenade, then invited her to the van
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| No wonder I put acoustic foam rubber in the salon (Take it)
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| Take whatever you want
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| Anything you want, you give
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| If you decide to give yourself all, I'll take you for a pencil
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| Yeah, I'm the owner, you know my daily ration
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| Obey, my testosterone is talking to you
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| Bitch, check it out: mine is talking to you
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| Testosterone
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| Who is this one of yours?
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| Testosterone
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| Obey, mine speaks to you
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| I saw it all, you offend
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| It's more fun for me to do what I'm not good at,
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| And I rummage, damn it, in everything that is at least somehow related to the music
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| And that's why I'm always so sad
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| And you thought it was about you? |
| I don't know, believe me
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| I either attract boring people like that, or I'm fucked up
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| Black widow and butterflies for the thickest wallets - this is for me
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| Maybe that's why I'm at the bottom
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| Why does a girl with a rich dad love me, oh my god?
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| I'm jerking off to a girl with a rich past, fuck, I'm vulgar, right?
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| Yes, it's hard and boring for you to keep silent
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| If I ask, it means you don't appreciate me, bitch
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| Bitch, check it out: mine is talking to you
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| Testosterone
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| Who is this one of yours?
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| Testosterone
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| Obey, mine speaks to you
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| I sing about love gently like a marshmallow
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| Two sick bitches on my chest
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| I look down - what a beauty
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| Two sick bitches - you and your longing
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| Hands under the dress of a stranger on a silk sheet
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| Her number, and there are three of us, I seem to be crazy
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| I'm worried: where is the heart? |
| Late by an hour?
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| Her nose inhales like it's playing jazz (Fucking jazz)
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| I will not disturb the harmony, the body plays a symphony to another body
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| I kill in myself everything that touched you so much
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| And I, the two who flew away, are cleaning the room
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| I sing about love gently like a marshmallow
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| Two sick bitches on my chest
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| I look down - what a beauty
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| Two sick bitches - you and your longing
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| Bitch, check it out: mine is talking to you
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| Testosterone
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| Who is this one of yours?
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| Testosterone
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| Obey, mine speaks to you
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| testosterone, testosterone
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| testosterone, testosterone, testosterone
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| testosterone, testosterone, testosterone
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| testosterone, testosterone, testosterone |