| She’s a Brooklyn punk rocker, he’s a Jersey meathead
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| Nothing in common, it won’t last, they said
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| He doesn’t much like her, she thinks he’s a jerk
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| What keeps them together? |
| What makes it work?
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| They both love cocaine, but only from midnight 'til 9
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| Really love that cocaine, they’re writing their fairy tale line after line
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| after line
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| He gets to chopping', she grabs the straws
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| Now they’re both wired and grinding their jaws
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| They pace and they chainsmoke and ash in a cup
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| They got nothing to say but won’t shut the fuck up
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| Because of sweet, sweet cocaine to help them get over the hump
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| Really need me cocaine, their love ain’t no smooth ride it’s bump after bump
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| after bump
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| They’re sweating and fighting, the morning sun’s lurking
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| They tried having sex but his dick isn’t working
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| The coke makes her edgy, and he’s getting vicious
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| They both want to stop, but it smells so delicious
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| Cocaine (cocaine)
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| Cocaine
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| Cocaine (cocaine)
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| Cocaine
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| Cocaine |