| First kiss for a lace dress
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| And the second for the trousers on the wrist
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| I won't run after you at the Party
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| After all, there are only whores
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| First kiss for a lace dress
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| And the second for the trousers on the wrist
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| I won't run after you at the Party
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| After all, there are only whores, including you
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| My body is on ice, it needs to be warmed up
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| You will come from your friends and breathe on me
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| Don't make a scene, don't blow our roofs
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| You are wearing Yves Saint
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| Everything is decided by my cash
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| Everything is decided by my cash, you remember
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| Daring bitch, who are you
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| To piss me off is mean
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| You don't even know about the word "work" (Hey!)
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| Don't pretend to be smart, don't console yourself
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| All these trousers are happiness
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| All this gold can't fit on you, babe
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| I hug you with my eyes to fall into bed
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| (My bitch showed talent)
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| When I'm around she knows to undress
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| (But I read your eyes)
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| More sex oh
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| More more sex oh bitch
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| No matter how expensive you look
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| I won't run after you
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| More sex oh
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| More sex oh bitch
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| No matter how expensive you look
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| I won't run after you
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| First kiss for a lace dress
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| And the second for the trousers on the wrist
|
| I won't run after you at the Party
|
| After all, there are only whores
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| First kiss for a lace dress
|
| And the second for the trousers on the wrist
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| I won't run after you at the Party
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| After all, there are only whores, including you
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| I don't know where they grow them
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| You don't look like a slacker
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| I meet you with a stretched smile, vino chan
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| Too full around the beasts
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| How cameras follow us
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| I firmly stuck a label to you,
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| But that's how the rules dictate
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| But I won't be the one you wake up with in the morning,
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| But I won't be the one you tell your friends about,
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| But I won't be the one to be addictive
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| You are like a light treasure - available and nearby, with one touch
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| First kiss for a lace dress
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| And the second for the trousers on the wrist
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| I won't run after you at the Party
|
| After all, there are only whores
|
| First kiss for a lace dress
|
| And the second for the trousers on the wrist
|
| I won't run after you at the Party
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| After all, there are only whores, including you |