At first they seem deceiving as both sides try getting laid
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misogynists and party chicks may never see the day
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when they give up all their prior engagements held within
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because sex and drugs and rock-and-roll will always come again
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At the brink of dawn
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there's an endless light
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shining from her face
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after such a drunken night
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because she sleeps with such a solitude
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her comfort drives me mad,
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but when she wakes and smiles,
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it's like nothing could be bad
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because it's another day
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Girls called sluts that tease and trick,
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and guys called pigs thinking with the dick
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these gender roles that generalize
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leave us sour and blind
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March on Odysseus
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the Trojan Horse protects the Grease
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Helen's looking good tonight
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her face could launch a thousand ships to sea
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Because punk rock parties desecrate
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Misogynists And Party Chicks
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| Dingus |
