Well black out
There’s no time
The skin of the city is a pulled real tight around
The big head of the hot ride
The skin of the city is blushing at the sight
Of her, of her, of her, of her
It’s deja vu
You got your big teeth with your big bite
You’re ripping off the wrong tag
Shaking with the right
Can you sink ships with your pink thighs
The skin of the city is shaking at the sight
Of her, of her, of her, of her
It’s deja vu
Well here it is again
Can you make it till the end of a deja vu
Well here it comes again
Can you make it till the end
Of her, of her, of her, of her
The way you look, five beats slow, I'm wiggling (x3)
Well here it comes again
Can you make it to the end of a deja vu
Well here it is again
Can you make it till the end of a deja vu
Well here it comes again
Can you make it to the end
Of her, of her, of her, of her
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