| You ask me to do this again
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| I say I think I just date girls
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| And you’re not a girl, right? |
| (You're not a girl, right?)
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| And you won’t ever be one based on my insight
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| Actually I don’t know how this works
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| This confusing spectrum of modern sexuality
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| I espouse it to my friends, but it churns me
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| Mom loves me too much
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| And my daddy not enough
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| And I grew up nouveau riche
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| And I’m a slick son of a bitch
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| Oh
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| And I can’t (I can’t), sustain (Sustain)
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| But I’ll try (I'll try), if it numbs the pain
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| And I can’t (I can’t), sustain (Sustain)
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| But I’ll try (I'll try), if it numbs the pain
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| Because mom loves me too much
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| And my daddy not enough
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| And I grew up nouveau riche
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| And I’m a slick son of a bitch
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| Because Bowie’s my excuse
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| So I can brag of how I tried
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| But all I want to do
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| Is send you off and get you high
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| Get you high |