You are the lonely goddess of anonymous sex
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You have tuzex hearts under your latex skin
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You have your photos in Blesk and your shelves in Tesco
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You are the lonely goddess of anonymous longing
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And you throw that longing in the phrases
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To a lonely crowd and you're confusing his head
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You know how it goes, you know what fits
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You know what it fits and what your share will be
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You know it leads from applause to applause
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So you don't hesitate to take off your sandals
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Shirt, skirt and panties and make scandals
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You get transferred to the data and sell on the net
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You penetrate the nets and hope you saturate
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Yourselves and the media, you are sweet even though you are
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I want to sail the Styx River with you
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and I don't care if you had intercourse
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with Pepa and Franta, Colou and Fanta
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Corporations here and there
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When you want to get out of the mess
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It's about having the right contacts
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So you give another brand, you give another name
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You can bridge the next turn again
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And then forget
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You are sweet, though sweet, you are a hot substance
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All boulevards
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You are simply a unique topic
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Which no one has
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Yeah, you're a hot topic, you're an andros and a popper
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And you jump like a pole jumper when you try to score goals
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on all sides
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Where does the money flow from?
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You are fat and thin
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For some, a woman for another mistress
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You are a mother and a daughter
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And everyone eats you
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Your breathtaking measure
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Sow viruses in my faith
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You're all I want
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You're sweet though
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I want to sail the Styx River with you
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and I don't care if you had intercourse
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with Pepa and Franta, Colou and Fanta
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Corporations here and there
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When you want to get out of the mess
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It's about having the right contacts
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So you give another brand, you give another name
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You can bridge the next turn again
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And then forget |