| I want to be a playboy’s bunny
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| I’d do whatever they asked me to.
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| I’d meet people with lots of money,
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| and men would love me like I loved you.
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| I want to be a topless waitress,
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| I want my mother to shed one tear.
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| I’d throw away this old sedate dress
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| slip into something a tad more shear.
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| I want to be an artist’s model
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| An odalisque au naturel
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| I should be good at spin the bottle
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| While I’ve still got something left to sell
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| I want to be a cobra dancer
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| With little willie between my thighs
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| I may not find a cure for cancer
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| But I’ll meet plenty of single guys.
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| I’d like to be a brothel worker,
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| I’ve always been treated like one.
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| If I could be a backstreet lover,
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| I’d make more money and have more fun.
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| I want to be a dominatrix
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| which isn’t like me, but I can dream.
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| Learn S&M and all those gay tricks
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| and men will pay me to make them scream
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| I want to be a porno starlet
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| For that I’ll wait till mom is dead
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| I’d see my name in lights of scarlet
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| And get to spend everyday in bed
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| I want to be a tattooed lady,
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| Dedicated as I am to art.
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| Characters bold, complex, and shady
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| Will write my memoirs across my heart |