| The higher that she takes you up the wall
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| The further for you to jump and fall
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| The more she stands far away you see
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| The more vibrations you can’t feel
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| When she flies
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| When she fly-ies
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| You know you sometimes get a contact high
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| When she flies
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| When she fly-ies
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| You know you sometimes get a contact high
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| Her red light shines on everyone
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| To pay their money and have their fun
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| She’s giving till it hurts all night all day
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| Cause everybody knows she swings both ways
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| When she flies
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| When she fly-ies
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| You know you sometimes get a contact high
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| When she flies
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| When she fly-ies
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| You know you sometimes get a contact high
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| They all say you’re a full-time loser
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| Walking around like a dopehead user
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| As you strut your stuff down on the streets, yeah
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| And everybody walks by you
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| You get on and do what you do
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| You take their money and light their nights on fire
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| And they all fantasize about their day
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| And they can’t come and haul you away
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| But first come first serve is what you take
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| Cause disciplines the only game you sell
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| When she flies
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| When she fly-ies
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| You know you sometimes get a contact high
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| When she flies
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| When she fly-ies
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| Someone wants a part of me to stand here and tell a lie
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| That she always gives a contact high |