| Well, she was walking toward me in a tight red dress
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| Looking like she just won a beauty contest
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| I wanted so bad to make a good impression
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| Using all the powers of articulate expression
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| Then all the blood rushed out of my head
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| And I can’t be held responsible for what I said
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| 'Cause what I meant to say was… «I'd be honored to
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| Reveal to you some aspects of our fair metropolis that
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| A lady of your obvious sophistication might find
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| Extremely stimulating.»
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| What slipped out was… «(blabbering) Wanna see my pet
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| Frog?»
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| CHORUS: Freudian slip (a slip of the tongue)
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| My brain does a flip (and I come undone)
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| My tongue starts to trip (all over my words)
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| And they come out of my lips (like something you never
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| Heard)
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| In my desperate attempts to be cool
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| I try to be hip, and I’m a blabbering fool
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| What I mean to say is poetic
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| But what comes out is just pathetic
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| (blabbering)
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| No time for regrets -- hey, what are you gonna do
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| 'Cause the very next day I had a job interview
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| But then came the shocker and I don’t mean maybe
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| The personnel director was the very same lady
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| I thought, here’s my chance to turn it all around
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| I’ll dazzle her by saying something profound
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| And what I meant to say was… «I'm quite confident
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| That I have the educational qualifications and the
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| Inherent sensitivity to become an indispensible asset
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| To your establishment.»
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| What slipped out was… «(blabbering) Would you sign
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| My arm?»
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| (REPEAT CHORUS TWICE) |