| Your entire life is a fetish
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| You got the looks but you ain’t got the mechanics
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| And it’s my fault; |
| and I gotta get it right (So get it right)
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| Tracing down the back roads of this city
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| I’m tired, giving in to what has been
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| A weekend of victimless crime
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| This harmless messenger whispers in my ear that it’s time
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| (Pre)
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| So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right
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| 'til you walked in
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| I hadn’t seen a girl that made me feel like…
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| Spilling my guts
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| Would you like to know more?
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| I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak
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| You’re naked on the floor
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| Falling down this staircase so effortlessly
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| I’ve gotta make an exit, like my entrance
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| So convincing that I’m fine
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| (Pre)
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| So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right
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| Until you walked in
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| I hadn’t seen a girl that made me feel like…
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| Spilling my guts
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| Would you like to know more?
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| I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak
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| You’re naked on the floor
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| (Bridge)
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| These flashy girls, they got so much time on their hands
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| It’s hard to keep up
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| The East Village would dry up
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| If the trust funds could expire
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| Your entire life is a fetish
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| You got the looks but you ain’t got the mechanics
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| And it’s my fault; |
| and I gotta get it right (So get it right)
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| Spilling my guts
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| Would you like to know more?
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| I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak
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| You’re naked on the floor
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| Never once did I believe that you weren’t worth it
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| But I never thought of consequences
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| You start your fires. |
| Why won’t you let me see
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| Your red and deepest, darkest desires?
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| I’ll keep them secret |