She looked so easy `cause she looked so young
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With a geisha smile made in Taiwan
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She got cherry bombs inside her eyes
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And the luck of the Irish on her side
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Don't let her tell you that she loves your mind
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She's got her price, she can turn on a dime
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Those crocodile tears ain't tears of pain
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Look a little closer, that's acid rain
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And I don't know
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Why li'l frigerator you're so cold
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Go li'l frigerator go
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Get away from my soul
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Li'l frigerator you're so cold
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She's calculated with the kiss of death
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Got a digital mind and expensive breath
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She's an empty shell, you're a piece of meat
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Just another statistic on her readout sheet
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Li'L Frigerator
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Elton John |