Once slept with a black-haired lad
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Went up his apartment
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Pretty quickly, things turned bad
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Passion wasn´t his department
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Too busy shoving poppers up his nose
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to notice me
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Took a chance with another
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Frolicking in bed
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But he couldn´t get exited
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Unless i help a pillow tightly over his head
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Just your average boy next door
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Well they say some day prince will come
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Not holding my breath anymore
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You gotta kiss some frogs
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You´ve heard that one before
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Now i´ve kissed a lot of frogs
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Am i better off than i was before
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Sitting here alone chapped lips
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I´ve never been a slut
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Though i´ve slept with more than a few
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Maybe that´s something that
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I could aspire to
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There´s a lotta people in this town
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Who never seem to come to grips with
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How they feel from the waist down
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Well i´ve been reading the personals
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There seems to be two kinds
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Helpless romantics, or guys with
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absolutely nothing on their minds
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But the endless bump and grind
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Living in a fishbowl
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Here at the edge of the world
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you can´t go west forever
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Or you´ll hit ocean bottom
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Looking up from the Golden Gate
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I can´t see east of the Berkeley Hills
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But some people wanna live in North Dakota
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Maybe you can go far in Fargo
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Luck of the Draw
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Pansy Division |