| Our man Abu squeezes off 20 tracer rounds
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| And that’s when she jumps the turnstile
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| And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train
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| The Double A down to Sheridan Square
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| Her cell phone rings
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| It’s, like, her stupid father
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| Be in the door by ten—again
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| Pixeleen
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| Dream deep my three times perfect ultrateen
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| Pixeleen
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| Born in the bogs of Jersey
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| Trained how to love and spy hard
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| Dropped on the streets of Roppongi
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| Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop
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| And when Abu rams the clip in the miniglock
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| Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
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| You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
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| Just a flash of spectacular thigh
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| Your pager starts to throb
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| It’s your as-if boyfriend Randall
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| Better keep it real—or whatever
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| Pixeleen
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| Rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen
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| Pixeleen
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| Penned by a hack in the Palisades
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| Backed by some guys from Columbia
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| Shot all in digital video
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| For a million and change
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| Flash back to cool summer nights
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| Freddy can we cut to the chase?
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| In a room above your garage
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| Everything about me is different
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| Symmetrical and clean
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| This is what I see
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| Just a girl in girlie trouble
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| Dancing in the video
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| With gun and tambourine
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| Pixeleen
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| Be good my three times perfect ultrateen
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| Pixeleen
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| Born on the floor of a noodle shop
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| Dropped in the bogs of Jersey
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| Shot by a guy from Columbia
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| Soaked through all in digital video
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| Girl with the sweet backstory
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| Pitched in a trailer in Burbank
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| Cast by a cool-enough yes man
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| Screened at a festival in Utah |