| Every day we wanna be amused
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| Me and my friends we must have parties
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| Come and meet Rolls and Cartiers
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| We’re the velvet wrapped refugees
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| No day without abuse
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| Without excess it’s not successful
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| Ordinary orgies are boring me
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| There’s only one thing left exciting me
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| Between cherry lips and delicious dips
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| Bored crowd on Jazz and Cocktails
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| Nothing new for us to do
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| Let’s get the thrill that helps us thru
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| It’s one and five — party life
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| It’s one and five — party life
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| We jump onto the bullet-go-round
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| Oh what fun to see you on the ground
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| It’s one and five — party life
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| It’s one and five party life
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| Let’s meet Rolls and Cartiers
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| We’re the velvet wrapped refugees
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| When the sun is going down
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| We start to live and we get restless
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| Full moon and depressive mood
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| There’s a midnight party in the neighbourhood
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| And so we meet again
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| To set the headlines in the local paper
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| Nothing really happened yet
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| But there it is — and our hands get wet
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| Pale faces and bloodshot eyes
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| Waiting for the big surprise
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| Excitement is burning in our hearts
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| So we have fun 'cos life is hard
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| One and five — party life
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| One and five — party life
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| Let’s jump onto the bullet-go-round
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| Oh what fun to see you on the ground
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| One and five — party life
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| One and five — party life
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| Nothing really happened yet
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| But there it is and our hands are wet
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| It’s one and five… |