| I’ve been lookin' for you
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| Why do I love you like I do, My Woman?
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| Lemon pledged and Massingill douched
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| I bet you glow in the dark
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| Well, there is no danger when you’re a light bright lady
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| A safety against a black black fog
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| I see no terror in your unscathed pink flesh
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| See the terror in me Blonde Venus?
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| Well I sure as hell wonder if you do
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| I sure as hell wonder if you do
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| I’ve got my razors and my bleach
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| My photographs for the tub
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| Now tell me
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| White tiles and pale blue eyes
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| How many times do you bathe?
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| I’m seeing mirrors kissing mirrors
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| Wanting you
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| And I know all the men who scrawl your name on their chest
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| Scrawl a name for me Blonde Venus
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| My my you’re such a big bad blonde
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| Oh my my you’re such a big bad blonde
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| You’ve got your cherry lips to help you smile
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| And I wish that my burnt brown fingers had the Midas touch
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| So they could defecate God’s clean slate
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| Now darlin' would you
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| Care to look like me, Blonde Venus?
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| As I change myself to look like you
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| As I change myself to look like you
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| As I change myself to look like you |