I only wanted what everyone wanted
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since bras started burning up ribs in the 60's.
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Favors are flying, faces are falling,
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all I desire is to never be waiting.
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If that¡¯s a crime let¡¯s commit it.
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There¡¯s a new crime, sexual suicide.
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When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves
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Boredom will Die! Ears will Bleed!
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All they desire is to give and to please.
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There¡¯s a new crime, sexual suicide.
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There¡¯s a new crime, let¡¯s commit it
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while we¡¯re waiting on the next day, to begin it in the best way.
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There¡¯s a new crime, sexual suicide.
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There¡¯s a new crime, let¡¯s commit it.
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Don¡¯t worry, Heather, about forever.
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Don¡¯t worry about me.
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It¡¯s a lottery baby, everybody roll the dice
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It¡¯s a lottery baby, everybody roll the dice
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Will we always be like little kids
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running group to group asking who loves me?
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Don¡¯t know who loves me!
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It¡¯s pathetic. It¡¯s impossible.
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Like girls in stilettos,
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like girls in stilettos,
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like girls in stilettos trying to run.
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The Lottery
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| Emily Haines |
