You never told me of your other faces
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You were the widow of a wild cat
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And now I know about your special kisses
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And I know you know where that's at
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I guess I recognize your destination
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I think I see beneath your make-up
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What you want is sort of separation
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This is no ordinary
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This is no ordinary
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(ah, ah, ah)
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What a criminal world
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The boys are like baby-faced girls
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What a criminal girl
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She'll show you where to shoot your gun
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What a typical mother's son
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The only thing that she enjoys
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Is a criminal worl
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Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
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You've got a very heavy reputation
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But no one knows about your low-life
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I know a way
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to find a situation
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And hold a candle
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to your high life disguise
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You caught me kneeling
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at your sister's door
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That was no ordinary stick-up
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I'm well aware just
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what you're looking for
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I am no ordinary
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I am no ordinary
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(ah, ah, ah)
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What a criminal world
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The boys are like baby-faced girls
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What a criminal girl
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She'll show you where to shoot your gun
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What a typical mother's son
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The only thing that she enjoys
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Is a criminal world
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Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
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Criminal World
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David Bowie |