Hey, this song is for Marilyn and every drag queen...
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Oh brother, it's not like the past
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We were wearing stilettos and talking too fast
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Passing the mirror hung up in pose
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The boys they were fairest in immaculate clothes
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Lunch with Janet Street Porter and Marilyn's nose
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But this life is a baby, so sad when it grows
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Into you and me, ah what the hell we're gonna be?
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Where will we go, and what will we be?
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If we can't communicate intelligently There's a price on my head but I'll never
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be free
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I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?
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No more crying
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No more trying
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Please, no more dying
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I just wanna be free
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I'm taking the trouble right to your door
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Why'd you do it you bastard, don't love you no more
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Sinners beside me, saints on the right
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And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight
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C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight
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If you feel insecure, well just turn off the light
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Where will we go, and what will we be?
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If we can't communicate intelligently
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There's a price on my head but I've never been free
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I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?
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I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?
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How d'ya keep your credibility?
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Boy George |