| In 1983 I saw you naked on the street
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| Laid out in criminal graffiti
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| So why you now posing so differently to me
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| In disguise of a billion Duane Reades
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| Police taped and caged in
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| Perennial scaffolding
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| Buildings like prison bars
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| Made to look sexy
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| Million dollar lights
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| Products of prosperity
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| You’re just a concrete mess ripping at the seams
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| Hell, I’m still a table-flipper
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| I’m throwing punches in the dark
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| So keep your stuck-up hoes a-coming
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| To this cupcake mahal
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| You can make me count your blocks
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| You can change the way I walk
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| Change the speed of how I talk
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| But you can’t
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| Always get me off
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| Hell, I’ve got a famous fever
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| I love to shout loud in the dark
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| So keep your stuck-up hoes a’coming
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| Cause I know what you really are
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| Shove me out to places far
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| Away from the amusement park
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| Change your friends all you want
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| Cause you can’t
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| Always get me off
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| You burn me out, you burn me out
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| You burn me out, you burn me out
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| You burn me out, you burn me out
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| You burn me out, you burn me out
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| You burn me out
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| You burn me out
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| You burn me out
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| You burn me out
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| You burn me out
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| You burn me out
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| You burn me out |