What's it like to be you?
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Oh I want to be so beautiful
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I watch you put on your nice long skirt
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It's all I need of ballet or art
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And you move
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To your own music
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With animal grace
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I love to watch you put on your makeup
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And all the things you do to your face
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Oh-oh
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You're a blindfold of skin
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And I can't hope for heaven
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If this be sin
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Oh-oh
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You're a siren
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You killed me
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With your call
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And I know it's not love
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But I'm not sorry at all
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I know
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I'm just a second-hand body
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This time he's got his face in your crotch
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No Ben, you and Timmy too
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He only likes it when the neighbors watch
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But I don't care
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As long as we're happy
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And you keep reading your shiny magazines
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We do what only lovers can
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And make a gift out of the same sensity
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Oh-oh
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You're a blindfold of skin
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And I can't hope for heaven
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If this be sin
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Oh-oh
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You're a siren
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You killed me
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With your call
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And I know it's not love
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But I'm not sorry at all
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Ballet Or Art
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| Eagle*Seagull |
