| I zipped up my warmest coat
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| As you hopped the turnstile
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| A beer in a bag and a smoke
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| Well, it ought to keep you warm on the walk for a while
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| When you found I’d been spying
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| As we walked by the man
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| You stopped by the park in
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| A gesture like you were in a Lydia Lunch picture
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| Boys and girls never seem to notice
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| And the cars they keep on driving by
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| Buildings yawn as the stoplight changes
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| Just a kid with a filthy mind
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| They’ve never seen your sentimental side
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| You woke up at 3 pm
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| And showered for hours
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| Watch porn all alone for the evening
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| It never really got you anywhere
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| Except back in the shower
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| Except back in the shower
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| They’ve never seen you in your best light
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| Seen you in your best light
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| Pretty soon you’re gonna have to blow your cover, kid
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| Boys and girls never seem to notice
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| And the cars they keep on passing by
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| Buildings yawn as the stoplight changes
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| Just a kid with a filthy mind
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| They’ve never seen your sentimental side
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| They’ve never seen you in your best light
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| Seen you in your best light
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| Seen you in your best light
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| Pretty soon you’re gonna have to blow your cover, kid |