| Well how are you?
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| Can I look a little closer?
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| Well let me introduce you to
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| Say how’d you do believer
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| So tell me is he young enough
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| Or could it be hung up enough?
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| And does he help to keep it up
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| When he’s handing it out, out to please you?
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| Do you ever sink the night away?
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| How about the day, ain’t it getting long?
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| These eggshell hearts you’re tripping on
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| Oh when you’ve got money you can build a bomb
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| Oh it’s beautiful, torching up your lonely night
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| Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on
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| You’re tired of every single one
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| Oh you’re filthy, filthy, filthy
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| And someone’s gonna hold you down
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| You’re gonna be sorry for the way
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| You whore a life around, yeah
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| Now tell me is he young enough
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| Or could it be hung up enough?
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| Or maybe just be hung enough to keep it up
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| When you’re flagging?
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| Do you ever soak the night away?
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| How about the day, ain’t getting long?
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| These eggshell hearts you’re tripping on
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| Oh when you’ve got money you can build a bomb
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| Oh it’s beautiful, torching up your lonely nights
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| Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on
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| You’re tired of every single one, yeah
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| These eggshell hearts you’re tripping on
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| Oh when you’ve got money you can build a bomb
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| Oh it’s beautiful, torching up your lonely nights
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| Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on
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| You’re tired of every single one, yeah |