| I have the sketchy past, yet I have shed my wings
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| Cold turkey now hanging by a heart-string
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| Dangle over her, above the pulsing bar
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| She tries to catch my eye, her gaze is deafening
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| What do you call a lass conservatively dressed
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| With a glimmer in her eye that screams «I'm next»
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| I am the greasy chump with whom she’ll fall in love
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| If I’m her fall from grace, then she’s my christening
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| You look so good tonight, you look so good tonight
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| Break down those walls tonight, you look so good tonight
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| And when we’re good and close, I think I’ll steal your time
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| They can shoot on sight, but it’s all right
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| You look so good tonight, you look so good tonight
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| And I don’t care
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| Which prophet you adore, who you voted for
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| It won’t discourage love’s sick former man-whore
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| Your skin against my own, I’ll be your Oli Stone
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| You’ll be my Audrey Hep, you can have what is left
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| And we’ll combine to be some kind of Japanese mecha-creation
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| With two fused persuasions, yeah
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| We’ll destroy the earth and herald its rebirth
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| As somewhere where someone like you would hit on me
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| You look so good tonight, you look so good tonight
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| (I gotta have you)
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| Break down those walls tonight, you look so good tonight
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| (I gotta have you now)
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| And when we’re good and close, I think I’ll steal your time
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| They can shoot on sight, but it’s all right
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| You look so good tonight, you look so good tonight
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| This could produce a meltdown, but I think we’re doing fine
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| We can tear and break the maps apart, shatter all their lines
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| When the universe that is not comes, to kill our love and trust
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| I only want a soul to know it feels so good with us
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| Feels so good with us, and it’s all right |