| If I say I don’t need anyone
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| I can say these things to you
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| 'Cause
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| I can turn on any one
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| Just like I turned on you
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| I’ve got a tongue like a razor
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| A sweet switchblade knife
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| And I can do you favors
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| But then you’ll do whatever I like
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| Here I am
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| And you’re a Rocket Queen
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| I might be a little young
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| But honey I ain’t naive
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| Here I am
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| And you’re a Rocket Queen oh yeah
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| I might be too much
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| But honey you’re a bit obscene
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| I’ve seen everything imaginable
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| Pass before these eyes
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| I’ve had everything that’s tangible
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| Honey you’d be surprised
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| I’m a sexual innuendo
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| In this burned out paradise
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| If you turn me on to anything
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| You better turn me on tonight
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| Here I am
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| And you’re a Rocket Queen
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| I might be a little young
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| But honey I ain’t naive
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| Here I am
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| And you’re a Rocket Queen oh yeah
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| I might be too much
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| But honey you’re a bit obscene
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| I see you standing
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| Standing on your own
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| It’s such a lonely place for you
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| For you to be
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| If you need a shoulder
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| Or if you need a friend
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| I’ll be here standing
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| Until the bitter end
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| No one needs the sorrow
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| No one needs the pain
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| I hate to see you
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| Walking out there
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| Out in the rain
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| So don’t chastise me
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| Or think I, I mean you harm
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| Of those that take you
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| Leave you strung out
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| Much too far
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| Baby-yeah
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| Don’t ever leave me
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| Say you’ll always be there
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| All I ever wanted
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| Was for you
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| To know that I care |