Honey don't kill that last cigarette
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I got a long, long ways to go
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I've been a-drinking and a-thinking all night long
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Still got so much more to show
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To you
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Yeah
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And when that hand comes searching
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Between your thighs
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You better play along to the tune
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You got nothing to prove
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You're a bad little girl
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And you know your life is in ruins
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So come on
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Yeah
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And when the sun retreats
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And you got the chills
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And your feet are aching to go
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You better call on me
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Cause I'm dog-gone horny
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I'm not your friend but your foe
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I've got so much time to please myself
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I don't count you in at all
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All right
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Yeah
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My heart is like a filling station
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And it jumped with joy when you pulled in
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And you later got caught for speedin'
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And this drug-cop says you need him
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But ain't no walls in the jailhouse safe enough
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To hold you down tonight
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I'll be right out here on the other side
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Waiting for you by the red twilight
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So when Friday comes and you got the chills
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And your feet are aching to go
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Don't have to call on me
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Cause I'm already there
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Come on little girl, let's go!
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Twilight
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| Raveonettes |
