| I’ve got a tap routine
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| Under the JMZ
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| With my top hat
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| My wooden cane
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| And the midnight marquee
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| Says your name
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| Says your name
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| Says your name
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| Says your name
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| Poverty’s in a chorus line
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| Poverty is synchronized
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| Fill ‘er up, the shopping carts
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| With my cheap thoughts
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| My cheap thoughts
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| My cheap thoughts
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| My cheap thoughts
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| Would you believe?
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| I’ve been mummified
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| Cause I’ve got so much to say to you
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| But I’m not speaking
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| And I could believe
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| You were lobotomized
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| Cause you can stand in front of me
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| And have no feelings
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| Thugs are out catcalling
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| Show stoppin' papis
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| Wanna touch my thighs
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| Get me high then vanish in the night
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| How do you fight lonely?
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| With the Lavalife? |
| Classifieds?
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| I’d rather die, I’d rather die
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| Let’s hang ourselves from the traffic lights
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| From the traffic lights
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| From the traffic lights
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| From the traffic lights
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| Would you believe?
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| I’ve been mummified
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| Cause I’ve got so much to say to you
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| But I’m not speaking
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| I could believe
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| You were lobotomized
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| Cause you can stand in front of me
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| And have no feelings
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| Cause you can stand in front of me
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| And have no feelings
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| Oh, just stand in front of me |