| Dangerous curves invade the night
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| Tobacco stains the air, and we take flight
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| To a gallow’s pole with an addition
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| Hail buccaneers with free admission
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| Naked treasure, booze, and pleasure
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| Awaits us all, takes drastic measure
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| Brand our wrists with blackened ink
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| Let’s run this bar right out of drinks
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| Hair to the floor, heels to the sky
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| Sling the bling to caress her thighs
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| Lust runs high, then dry
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| The scent of sweet aromas
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| Gallow’s pole dancers
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| Take on false personas
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| When clothes come off
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| We’ll gorge our eyes
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| Gallow’s pole dancers
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| Weave a web of lies
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| Set 'em up, she’ll be knockin' 'em down
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| With those suicide eyes in midnight gowns
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| Burning holes right through our slacks
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| Till we shell out coin to get them in the sack
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| We’ve got the rhythm in our hands
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| Cast the dues, now bend to our demands
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| Corsets are falling, g-strings go flying
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| She might be the only thing worth buying
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| A top dollar tariff nets your worth
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| Sensual spirits bolster ceaseless mirth
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| The meaning of rings gets lost
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| The sexiest sights come at a cost
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| Gifts to gratify our senses
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| Perfection shallowed by expenses |