So you're on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not
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Leather jacket, collar popped like Cantona
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Never knowing when to stop
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Sunglasses indoors, par for the course
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Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls
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Cages and poles
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Call off the search for your soul, or put it on hold again
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She's having a sly indoor smoke
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And she calls the folks who run this her oldest friends
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Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes
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As all the signals are sent, her eyes invite you to approach
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And it seems as though those lumps in your throat
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That you just swallowed have got you going
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[Chorus:]
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Come on, come on, come on
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Come on, come on, come on
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Number one party anthem
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She's a certified mind blower, knowing full well that I don't
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May suggest there's somewhere from which you might know her
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Just to get the ball to roll
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Drunken monologues, confused because
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It's not like I'm falling in love I just want you to do me no good
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And you look like you could
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[Chorus x2]
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The look of love - the rush of blood
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The "She's with me" - the Gallic shrug
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The shutterbugs - the Camera Plus
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The black and white - the colour dodge
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The good time girl - the cubicles
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The house of fun - the number one party anthem
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Come on, come on, come on
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Before the moment's gone
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Number one party anthem
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No.1 Party Anthem
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Arctic Monkeys |