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Shaking hands in the back of a Mercedes car

Same whiskies, colas, business, auto-bars

The will of high heels tears me apart

Like a Hallmark number one, broken heart

Attaché case changes at my burden arm

Carrying the last top secret lucky charm

Sunglasses on my nose in the pouring rain

Dreaming about a hot bath, cutting my veins

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Is it real, this pink punk costume I wear

All the time to seduce Japanese hommes d'affaire?

I can smell their expensive aftershave

When they touch my bum in the lift of the Empire State

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Madonna's Into the Groove, in my cellphone

Ringing like a non-stop metronome

My psych told me to go to a spa

But my jet is flying to Vienna, Austria

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