| I met them on a New York plane
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| Beth and Donna were their names
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| They offered me no chances to forget
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| I left my girlfriend that same day
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| I never liked her anyway
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| Besides these girls had made me their pet
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| Oh-o-ooh
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| They were bisexual
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| I’m an open minded guy
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| I let them play me like a violin
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| 'till I arrived
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| Like cats in heat
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| Won’t miss a beat
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| They knew just what to do
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| They taught me all the moves
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| And all the right positions too
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| Interesting pornography
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| That is what they were to me
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| Their love was such as I had not seen
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| Oh
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| They fucked each other upside down
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| With tools I’ve never seen around
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| Do you comprehend what I mean
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| Oooh-oh-ha-ho
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| I have had lots of kicks
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| Had houndreds
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| But none quite like this
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| Like playing games
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| With warheads nuclear powered
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| Hit or miss
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| They were so full of life
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| So beautiful in every way
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| If it was up to me
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| I’d have’em every single day
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| Mmm
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| And the lights from the grimy signs
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| Flickers pathetically towards the evening sky
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| Like saved souls
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| On their way to heaven
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| As they quickly pass you by
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| Or damned once being heightened
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| By their sense of asking
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| «Why wasn’t I chosen
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| For that glorious place
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| Where all them angels go to die»
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| And I say hey girl
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| It’s not easy
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| Oh
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| To be yourself
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| But it works
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| I think
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| Just let the western city
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| Shine its special light on you
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| And you’ll be fine
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| Just let the western city
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| Shine its special light on you
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| And you’ll be fine
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| And don’t ever let them hold you down
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| No, don’t ever let them hold you down
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| No baby listen
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| Don’t ever let them hold you down
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| Never let them hold you down |