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[1]
Mirrors on the ceiling,
Cameras on the corners of my bed,
I barely know you but I’m feelin’,
Like you really did somethin’ to my head.
It’s close to midnight,
And I just wanna be up in your hair.
And I’ll be alright
As long as I feel your body right there.
It seems so crystal clear
I know that....

[Chorus]
Everybody’s somebody’s freak.
(Say it again, say it again)
Everybody’s somebody’s freak.
The question is: whose are you?
Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak?
Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak?

[2]
Don’t need no television,
I’ll just watch your body goin’ down.
I’ll touch you with precision,
Go crazy when you make those sounds.
Feels like the best dream,
But this time baby you can be the star.
A freaky sex dream,
Read your lines, make sure you play your part.
(And when you get nice and hard...)
(Turn the lights on!)

[Chorus]
Everybody’s somebody’s freak.
(Say it again, say it again)
Everybody’s somebody’s freak.
The question is: whose are you?
Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak?
Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak?

[Breakdown]
Drop the visors...
Chandelier, glass of wine, can of beer,
Alcohol can't interfere,
Here's the wheel--can you steer?
Don't need tickets in the lair,
You perform, I will cheer.
You could scream, no one hears,
Feed your face, no one cares.
The floor appears to be yours...
Go 'head pop the champagne,
It’s like we’ on a world tour.
The sex will be your campaign.

[Chorus]
Everybody’s somebody’s freak.
(Say it again, say it again)
Everybody’s somebody’s freak.
The question is: whose are you?
Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak?
Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak?

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