Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash
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Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash
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Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes
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That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new
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Sunday best on a Friday night alright
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I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign
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Where all dates are made by mobile
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I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine
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This smoke, I left it for you
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To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright
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So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
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There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck
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This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less
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Kiss me so I know I'm alive
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The drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five
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Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell
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The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel
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C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent
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And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress
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And it's late, and she's Sue
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Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright
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So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
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Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?
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Plans
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You Am I |