| Baby
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| There’s something wrong with you maybe
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| You take advice from the devil
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| In the heat of the night
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| Black leather, wild, wild animal
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| You know I’m down by law
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| And we’re surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents
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| Werewolves and sex fiends
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| New York, New York City, Lafayette Street
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| Alright now bang bang, London, Paris
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| Shout the lights out, come on now
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| Baby
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| We’re not the beautiful people
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| Runnin' down the street on fire
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| They want us to see me jump that fence
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| Sometimes I’d rather be dead
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| These are the wages of sin
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| And we’re surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents
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| Werewolves and sex fiends
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| New York, New York City, Lafayette Street
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| Alright now bang bang, London, Paris
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| Shout the lights out, come on
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| Clear is the new black
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| Clear is the new black
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| Artists and models, let’s go to hell together
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| Baby
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| You know we can’t be stopped
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| Come here and kiss my neck
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| Some things were made to be wasted
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| I don’t like a railroad man
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| You’re like a tiger in the sun
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| And we’re surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents
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| Werewolves and sex fiends
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| New York, New York City, Lafayette Street
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| Alright now bang bang, London, Paris
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| Shout the lights out, come on |