I've been there & your, frigid wit was far too greasy,
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ain't so slick, & it ain't so damn profound
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I've been there done that, grilling that sadly sleazy,
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ain't so scared, of your cool, so underground, & this is nothing,
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that I thought I had, & this is nothing, that I thought I had, with you
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with you, with you
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you've been there, an' you reckon it was bubble lovie,
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flirty babe, now your thang has run around.
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Still bored here, watch your slithering, so very waxy,
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bass thumps clear, & your bitch won't, make a sound
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And This Is Nothing That I Though I Had
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| Skunk Anansie |
