| I passed out on the fourteenth floor
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| The CPR was so erotic
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| A blizzard blew in through the door
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| And little glowing cum buckets in her ankles
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| O Dallas, you shine with an evil light
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| O Dallas, you shine with an evil light
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| How’d you turn a billion steers
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| Into buildings made of mirrors?
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| And why am I drawn to you tonight?
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| Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac
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| You’re gonna wanna sit with the bad kids in the back
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| Cruising down Commerce
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| Killing time in the blazing sun
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| Is it true your analyst was a placekicker for the Falcons?
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| We saw B.B. King on General Hospital
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| In the Oak Cliff dram house where we stayed
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| And when Clancy whipped her with his belt buckle
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| He cleaned her cuts and then we prayed
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| O Dallas, you shine with an evil light
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| Don’t you know that God stays up all night?
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| How’d you turn a billion steers
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| Into buildings made of mirrors?
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| And why am I drawn to you tonight?
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| Watching the makeup girls make out with the mannequins
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| «Hey boys, supper’s on me, our record just went aluminum»
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| Poor as a mouse every morning
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| Rich as a cat every night
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| Some kind of strange magic happens
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| When the city turns on her lights |