| Yes! |
| I’m your house
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| I got all the mod-cons that you wanted
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| Granted for the price of a job you hate
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| Too bad it’s too late
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| To forget where you’re at
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| You have to admit, I own you
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| Yeah that’s true
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| Hee! |
| Hee! |
| I’m your TV
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| You pay good cash just to see me
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| Suck up your time with the lives of others
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| Mash up your brain to a frozen to a frozen dinner
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| From lap to lips subliminal clips
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| Engrave the words on your soul, I own you, I own you
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| Hey I own you
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| You know that’s true
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| Oh I own you
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| And you know that’s true
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| I’m your car
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| Where ever I go is where ever you are
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| I move at the touch of your toes
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| Your pride and joy and everyone knows
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| You’re keeping up appearances
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| For you don’t dare to let it show, I own you
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| Ho! |
| Ho! |
| I’m your phone
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| You push all my buttons we’re never alone
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| It kills you to leave me at home
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| Or think of the drivel you’d miss
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| Without the tender kiss of my tones
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| That moan and moan and moan and moan…
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| I own you
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| Yes I own you
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| And you know that’s true
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| And I own you
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| And you know that’s true
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| He! |
| He! |
| I’m your PC
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| You’re all upgraded second reality
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| Online, I realize I’m helping escape a life benign
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| Porn and pointless emails to faceless strangers
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| Now that’s a sign, I own you
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| Hmm I own you
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| Yeah you know that’s true
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| Oh I own you
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| And you know that’s true, oh |