| Sometimes I like to go uptown
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| Where flashy people flash around
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| It’s extortionate and I don’t care
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| You can taste the pretense in the air
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| And I wonder what you’ll wear tonight
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| The shiny black dress with the slit at the thigh?
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| Is it such fantasy that I should think
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| Someone like you could love a creep like me?
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| Your body is a weapon, love
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| And it makes me wanna cry
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| My body is a temple of doom
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| Doomed not to be by your side
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| I like my job when I do it well
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| It’s freelance work and it pays like hell
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| But I can get us a place with one bedroom
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| Who needs a friend when I’ve got you?
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| Your body is a weapon, love
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| And it makes me wanna cry
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| My body is a temple of doom
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| Doomed not to be by your side
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| And I don’t come here for the exclusivity
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| I just come here for the view
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| And the minuscule chance of some close proximity
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| Or an awkward conversation with you
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| Yeah, that’d be cool
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| Your body is a weapon, love
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| And it rips me up inside
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| My body is a temple of doom
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| Doomed not to be
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| Doomed not to be by your side
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I, one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I, one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| Someone protect me from the one I love
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| From the one I, one I love |