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Well it's here |
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Where the action starts |
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You little son of a bitch, |
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Well I been waiting |
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On the borderline |
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It's time to get some kicks, |
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Well I'm searchin', I'm searchin' |
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Every corner of this town |
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I need a brand new thing, |
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And you're here, and after all |
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I want to eat the rich |
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'Cause I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I'm trying hard |
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To keep it in my pants |
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I gotta work all day, |
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I see you drivin' in your daddy's car |
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I know he's been away, |
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I know you love it in that house alone |
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It makes you feel so cool, |
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Don't be surprised when your doorbell rings |
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I'll bring a show to you, |
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'Cause I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I want more! |
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Well it's here, |
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Where the action starts |
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You little son of a bitch, |
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Meditating, with the headphones on, |
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And now I feel that itch |
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I've been fucking, I'm fucking |
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Everybody in this town |
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But they don't measure up, |
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It's only you, with your dirty mouth |
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That keeps me coming back, |
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'Cause I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I want more! |
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I want more! |
