They got a mirror full of caine in the bathroom
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Cause nobody here knows when to stop
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For now we're just making out with the door unlocked
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Back in the atrium the music's slowing down
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The party's thinning out for the late crowd
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Fixes her lipstick fixes his belt
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The coast is clear as he walks out
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She whispers you get what you pay for
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We could cost a lot
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You get what you pay for
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But we do it for the taste of a good high
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We do it for the sake of a hot night
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The man on the couch in the blue room
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With everyone stoned and talking at once
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With no thought to where they've been
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What they could've done
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She sits down beside him
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Without a hint of shame
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Cause every thing's the same in its own way
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Kisses her man's cheek
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Her hunter eyes lock on her prey
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She signals you get what you pay for
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And we could play a lot
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You get what you pay for
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But you do it for the taste of a good high
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You do it for the sake of a hot night
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She senses the fear in him
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And an irresistible kiss and the
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Lie she hangs on his neck like a silver chain to her whim
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Pull him into the mirror again
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She senses the lead in him
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For irresistible kiss
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And the lie that she hangs on his neck like a silver chain to her whim
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There's a mirror full of caine in the bathroom
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Cause nobody here knows when to stop
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And their hands along the rail
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Seems he hangs out here a lot
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Into The Mirror
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| Minus The Bear |
