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| Nice girls not one with a defect,
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| cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct.
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| Red dogs under illegal legs.
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| She looks so good that he gets down and begs.
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| She is watching the detectives.
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| "ooh, he's so cute!"
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| She is watching the detectives
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| when they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
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| They beat him up until the teardrops start,
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| but he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart.
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| Long shot of that jumping sign,
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| Visible shivers running down my spine.
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| Cut the baby taking off her clothes.
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| Close-up of the sign that says,"We never close"
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| You snatch a tune, you a match a cigarette,
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| She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.
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| I don't know how much more of this I can take.
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| She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake.
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| You think you're alone until you realize you're in it.
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| Now fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit.
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| They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit.
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| Someone's scratching at the window. I wonder who is it?
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| The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents | |
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| who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance.
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| Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay,
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| it only took my little fingers to blow you away.
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| Just like watching the detectives.
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| Don't get cute!"
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| It's just like watching the detectives.
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| I get so angry when the teardrops start,
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| but he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart.
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| Watching the detectives.
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| It's just like watching the detectives.
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