| Terrify me, put me on edge
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| Breaking open all this pretense
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| Thank God 'cause he was born to fall
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| Thank God you opened the door
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| Standing under a streetlight
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| Cigarette in hand and talking with that accent
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| From a foreign land, it hardened the edges of
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| Every word
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| Turning tricks in the art world
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| Ooh, babe, you look so good
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| Like you just grew there
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| Growing up made of wood
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| And your face is a firework
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| Your voice is a volcano
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| Fucking the earth
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| Fucking these trembling walls
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| All arms, all legs
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| All arms, all legs
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| All arms, all legs
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| I’m gonna need some pretty high heels if I’m gonna stand by you
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| And it feels too much
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| To stand by, not to touch
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| What I gotta do to light you up and why do I respond?
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| The caricature of confidence, oh, baby, bring me on
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| And I like everything about your face
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| All arms, all legs, it’s no disgrace
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |