You were writhing on the floor
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Like a moth in molasses
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Who ever taught you to move your body like that?
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Goose pimpled, yelled Spanish
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Like some out of date acid
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Who ever taught you to scream like that?
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Maybe someday I could move like you
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(Maybe someday I could move like you)
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But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
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Maybe someday I can scream like you
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(Maybe someday I can scream like you)
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But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
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You were crying on the shoulders
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Of the men in the shadows
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Who ever taught you to sell your sex like that?
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I'm thinking through halos
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In a stained glass window
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'Jesus strangers are as strange as that?'
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Maybe someday I could move like you
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(Maybe someday I could move like you)
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But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
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Maybe someday I can scream like you
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(Maybe someday I can scream like you)
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But I'm not looking for a holy ghost [2x]
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Holy Ghost
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White Lies |