| There’s a boot on your head
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| And spit on the leather and skin
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| A muffled roar, a pink rose
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| And something throbbing within
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| There’s a star in your ear
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| And something stuck in your throat
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| And there’s a scar right here
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| And my heart went to float
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| Pornero
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| Pornero
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| Pornero
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| There are those
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| Who rose from their bed
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| God knows what went through their head
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| But they caught a bus, a train, a break
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| And went ahead
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| They are miserable dogs now
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| Food for dogs now
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| But not you
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| You shimmer and shine
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| An angel divine
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| Every night
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| There’s a boot on your head
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| And spit on the leather and skin
|
| A muffled roar, a pink rose
|
| And something throbbing within
|
| There’s a star in your ear
|
| And something stuck in your throat
|
| There’s a scar right here
|
| And my heart went to float
|
| Pornero
|
| There’s a boot on your head
|
| And spit on the leather and skin
|
| A muffled roar, a pink rose
|
| And something throbbing within
|
| There’s a star in your ear
|
| And something stuck in your throat
|
| There’s a scar right here
|
| And my heart went to float
|
| Pornero |