Well she used to be lonely
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But she ain't anymore
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She was a teenage madonna
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But now her clothes are all torn
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She's got red lips, red lips
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She's got blood on her fingertips
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She's got red lips, red lips
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But they ain't the kind you wanna kiss
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She looks for love
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Where the sun never shines
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She's crying
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"I'm so strange"
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"I'm so strange"
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Then she says
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Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
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Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
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I need love; one, two, three
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Cause I can't fit in society
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So baby, let's twist
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A safety pin in her earlobe
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A tattoo on her thigh
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It's a funky situation
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And a treat for the eye
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She's got red lips, red lips
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She's got blood on her fingertips
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She's got red lips, red lips
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But they ain't the kind you wanna kiss
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She looks for love
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Where the sun never shines ...
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She's crying
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"I'm so strange
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I'm so strange"
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Then she says
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Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
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Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist
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I need love; one, two, three
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Cause I can't fit in society
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Baby Let's Twist
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| The Dictators |
