| Oh I really love it here!
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| Oh you’ve thought of it all!
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| Candlelight! |
| coconut ice! |
| and fur on the floor!
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| And I really love the way you wear your hair
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| And nothing more
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| So tell me
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| What is going on?
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| I was sure that I’d already gone
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| But all you say is we’re all spinning
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| It’s really not just me
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| But that doesn’t seem to help me figure out how I can be
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| A prisoner in pvc a minute after three
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| It didn’t used to be like this
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| Must be all that sleep I missed
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| Yeah but I really love it here!
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| You’ve done everything to please!
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| Stolichnaya! |
| Banco de Gaia! |
| Bad Timing on tv!
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| And I really love the way you turn
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| Your smile into striptease
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| But I’m still not sure what’s going on
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| And I can’t help feeling something’s wrong
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| Still wrapped inside your rubber as I wriggle at your feet
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| No it didn’t used to be like this
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| Must be something strange I kissed
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| Maybe when my eyes were closed?
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| So tell me what is going on?
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| I’m sure that I’ve already gone
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| But all you say is we’re all spinning
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| And it’s really not just me
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| But that doesn’t seem to help me figure out how I can be
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| Still fixed inside your fantasy
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| A tv refugee
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| So tell me what is going on?
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| Just can’t help feeling something’s wrong
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| Or is it right this way I feel?
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| Someone get me out of here!
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| I’m waiting on my knees |