First I take my finger
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And put it on your skin
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Makes a little white mark
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And then it turns to red again
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So if you're lazy on a Sunday
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And you got nothin' to do
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And you wanna get a sunburn
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Come on up to the roof
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I think your nose is peelin'
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The sun is hot and clear
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The city's fairly steamin'
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I can taste your skin from here
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So if you're lazy on a Sunday
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Any Tuesday'll do
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And you wanna get a Sunburn
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Come on up to the roof
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See, I was up here yesterday
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Saw some pigeons on a power line
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Looked like notes upon a music paper
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I wrote it down
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I guess Manhatten
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Gets the last line
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Sounds like...
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Sunburn
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| David Lee Roth |
