The room is spinning,
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And I feel dizzy like a rat trapped,
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On one of those things that goes round and round and round.
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All I can see are neon lights,
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And the silhouette of man,
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He's sitting to my right,
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His hand is on my knee,
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His hand is on my thigh,
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His hand is on my arm,
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His hands are covering my eyes.
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The boom, boom of the bass drum,
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Is like the thudding of my blood,
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It's mixing with re wine and nicotine,
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It's pumping through my heart like mud,
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His eyes are closed,
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His mouth is open,
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His eyes are closed,
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His mouth is open.
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I don't remember what he looks like,
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But he smells like a man and Marlboro reds,
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His face is coming closer,
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His fingers on my chin,
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He smells like whiskey,
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He smells like sin.
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And now it's over,
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And I know exactly where I am,
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In a familiar bed,
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With a strange, strange man,
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I'd seen him around before,
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And I said,
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" I'll see you around Man ".
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Strange man
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| Lauren Hoffman |
