| As they grab your hand
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| It’s numbing through the lights of the lobby
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| As I follow you up
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| Where they dancing is like needles and pins on a heartbeat
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| All dapper gentlemen see this damsel
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| Through the window with such conservatism
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| Our martini elegance is preferred
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| Let’s fill our bodies
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| I should of known by your look that you’d want more
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| It’s all irrelevance that you applaud for
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| Caught in circumstance, I couldn’t follow through
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| I couldn’t follow through
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| I can tell by your look you’re in the right mood
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| And your elegance, who does it lie to?
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| Caught in circumstance, I couldn’t follow through
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| I couldn’t follow through
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| As the shades fall down, I’m elite
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| She’s discrete, risque and petite
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| This town gives and takes shaking hands
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| I unbutton my cuffs and our palms start to touch
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| All dapper gentlemen are modest in the process
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| And dashing or so I suspect
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| Our martini elegance is preferred
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| Let’s fill our bodies
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| I know you got it bad
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| It’s glamorous baby, to be where it’s at
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| It’s so glamorous, I know you’re holding back
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| I need it, I need it in me
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| So hold me down with needles and pins
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| Oh baby
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| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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| Glamorous so |