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Baby, there's something wrong with you maybe You take advice from the devil In the heat of the night Black leather, wild, wild animal You know I'm down by law And we're surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents Werewolves and sex fiends New York, New York City, Lafayette Street Alright now bang bang, London, Paris Shout the lights out, come on now Baby, we're not the beautiful people Oh runnin' down the street on fire They want us to see me jump that fence Sometimes I'd rather be dead These are the wages of sin And we're surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents Werewolves and sex fiends New York, New York City, Lafayette Street Alright now bang bang, London, Paris Shout the lights out, come on Ooh, clear is the new black Wa-ooh, clear is the new black Wa-ooh, artistes and models, Wa-ooh let's go to hell together Wa-ooh, clear is the new black Wa-ooh, clear is the new black Wa-ooh, artistes and models, Wa-ooh let's go to hell together Now baby, you know we can't be stopped Come here and kiss my neck Some things were made to be wasted And I don't like a railroad man You're like a tiger in the sun And we're surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents Werewolves and sex fiends New York, New York City, Lafayette Street Alright now bang bang, London, Paris Shout the lights out, come on now baby |