| Look at her dance in a flurry
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| Who gets to lead
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| Do know it’s not Arthur Murray
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| Emasculate me with your biology
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| Bend me, break me, I’m worthless
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| One wicked brand from your torturous hand
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| You laugh when I’m tell you, you’re gorgeous
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| She has an answer for everything
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| She’s so smart in the raw
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| And well educated
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| That’s a double fisted draw
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| Cotton breathes between her cheeks
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| Spin me, weave me, I’m willing
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| One finger prick, I know I’ll take sick
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| She’ll chalk up a killing
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| She’s so fashionable
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| She’s a nazi when she’s shopping
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| But wholly democratic
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| You should see who she’s been bopping
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| Emasculate me with your biology
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| Break me, bend me, I’m worthless
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| One wicked brand from your torturous hand
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| You laugh when I’m tell you, you’re gorgeous |