| I’ve been on tenterhooks, endin' in dirty looks
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| Listenin' to the muzak, thinkin' 'bout this 'n' that
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| She said that’s that, I don’t wanna chitterchat
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| Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
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| Pump it up — when you don’t really need it, yeah
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| Pump it up — until you can feel it
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| Down in the pleasure centre, hell bent or heaven sent
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| Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
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| There’s nothing underhand, that she wouldn’t understand
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| Pump it up — until you can feel it
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| Pump it up — when you don’t really need it, yeah
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| Oh yeah, when you don’t, when you don’t, don’t, don’t really need it, ow
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| She’s been a bad girl, she’s like a chemical
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| Though you try to stop it, she’s hard to knock out
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| You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
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| All the things you bought for her, putting up her temperature
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| Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
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| You put your passion on, under the pressure pin
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| Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission
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| No use wishin' now for any other sin
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| (chorus repeats 2x)
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| You don’t really need it, you don’t really need it
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| Don’t really need it, don’t really need it
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| Don’t really need it, don’t really need it
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| No no |