| Monica and naughty Billy
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| Got together something silly,
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| Holy wars out of lusty minutes
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| Another Cuban cigar crisis
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| Honestly! |
| Do we need to know
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| If he really came inside her mouth?
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| How will all this effect me now and later?
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| You know that we belong
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| In a Presidential Suite,
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| Armed guards in the street
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| Waving back at those who greet
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| And when I look over,
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| Over my shoulder,
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| I can’t see my past
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| It seems so far away.
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| Found an icon that gave him a hard one
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| Little Boris just can’t help himself
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| Got so hot
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| In the decedant nineties
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| Pass another vodka dear
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| We can dance
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| Till the early hours of the morning catches up
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| Then we’ll return to business:
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| If there’s any of it left!
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| You know that we belong
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| In a Presidential Suite,
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| Armed guards in the street
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| Waving back at those who greet
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| Yes indeed!
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| You know that when we met
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| There were Fireworks in the sky
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| Sparkling like dragonflies
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| Spelling all bad folk must die
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| And when I look over,
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| Over my shoulder,
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| I can’t see my past
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| It seems so far away.
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| It seems so far away |