| Are you tired of being an object?
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| Or did you never get the chance to be one
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| And now you wanna make sure
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| There’s no fun you’ve been missing?
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| Are you tired of being an object?
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| Or are you just jealous that you ain’t one?
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| Now you’ve realized that those objects
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| Do all the kissing?
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| Well, don’t project your spleen
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| On the girl on the magazine you never know
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| Maybe she’s feeling quite comfortable
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| The only human right for which I’m gonna fight
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| Is everybody’s right to some time’s feel irresistible
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| Uh, oh, maybe it’s you who need confidence?
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| Maybe it’s you who need real friends
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| Well, she doesn’t need your voice
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| 'Cause she’s already got one
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| And though she doesn’t push with as much force
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| It can even be stronger than yours when she uses it
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| In a sensi-sensi-sensual whisper
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| Well, don’t project you’t bore on
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| The girl on the dance floor
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| She doesn’t at all find the mens looks abusive
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| She doesn’t want your shield
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| Maybe she’s the one who’s free
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| Maybe sometimes getting fucked can be amusing?
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| Well, don’t project you’t bore on
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| The girl on the dance floor
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| Don’t project your bile on the girl you can dial
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| She doesn’t want your shield
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| Maybe she’s the one who’s free
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| Maybe sometimes getting fucked can be amusing? |