New York, 3 o'clock at night no sleep God i must be tired Weird thoughts running through my brain My blood is pumping in my vains And there she sits, she looks at me Her skin is pale, her mind is free She smiles and says: how do you do? Come with me or should i go with you
Hey baby, you'd better watch out You don't know what you're doing When you're out and about Hey baby, now listen to me Things are never ever quite as they seem
She ask me for a cigarette Her eyes are bright, her hair is red Dressed like a whore, but one with style A fantasy, i realise this is no fiction, it's insane Her make-up shows she knows the game And who am i to tell her no So i grab her coat and say let's go
Hey baby, you'd better...
She takes me to her penthouse bed To relax my body and feed my head With stories i never heard before I'm waiting 'cause i know there's more She takes off her clothes and see This girl has hairy legs like me This may sound a little rude I want sex but not with a dude
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