| As I peer out of my window at night
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| Catching a glimpse and stirring my appetite
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| Can’t tear my eyes off the sights on the street
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| Another derriere
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| Another derriere
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| Ah, Master Passion, you’ve laid into me
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| While I observe, there goes 1, 2, and 3
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| So many walking the streets endlessly
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| Another derriere
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| Another derriere
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| Doctor, rid me of this desire, ire, ire
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| (Doctor, rid me of this desire)
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| (Doctor, rid me of this desire)
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| Doctor, help me put out this fire, fire, fire
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| (Doctor, help me put out this fire, fire, fire)
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| (Doctor, help me put out this fire, fire, fire)
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| Fine, if that is what you desire
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| A little bit off the top
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| A little bit off the top
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| A little bit off the top
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| A little bit off the top
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| Out on the streets, cured at last, so relieved
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| Oh no, again, once again, I’m aggrieved
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| «Crack» goes the whip, Master Passion is sweet
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| Another derriere
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| Another derriere
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| Can’t look away, can’t pretend they’re not there
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| Cover my eyes, but I know they’re still there (know they’re still there)
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| Run to the doctor, it’s come back again
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| Another derriere
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| Another derriere
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| Doctor, rid me of this desire, ire, ire
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| (Doctor, rid me of this desire)
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| (Doctor, rid me of this desire)
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| Something more invasive this time
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| A little more off the top
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| A little more off the top
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| I guarantee it will stop
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| I think that this time, it’ll stop
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| Out on the streets, well, I guess that is that
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| Oh no, a derriere, I’m thrown to the mat (thrown to the mat)
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| Now Master Passion is at it again
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| Another derriere
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| Another derriere
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| Doctor, do not hold back the cure, ire, ire
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| (Doctor, rid me of this desire)
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| (Doctor, rid me of this desire)
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| If that’s what you want, here we go
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| Yet a little more off the top
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| Still a little more off the top
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| And a little more off the top
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| Yet a little more off the top
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| Still a little more off the top
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| And a little more off the top
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| Yet a little more off the top
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| There sits the man, not much there, almost gone
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| Still he perceives something, tries to grab on
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| Gnarled fist attempts it, but now he is gone
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| His final derriere
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| The final derriere |