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You took off your clothes to teach us to fear
To finally enlighten us about the details of the female physique
Why do you have to jump like the jumper created you
MÃ Girl, didn't you actually have another job
If you discover your butt at the age of twenty
And stick it out in every camera from then on
Then your great new self-confidence fits in perfectly
Perfect in every marketing calculation
Put something on, girl
If you can do something, girl
Put on something now and then, girl
A little something in
Someone keeps believing that it's erotic
But your dex is totally boring, man, totally idiotic
Believing in order to free the rest of the free world
You'd have to scream naked for the riding crop
You're shaking the money maker
But you're not Josephine Baker
You can see your parents are Quakers
That has no format, your gift
Put something on, girl
What do you think that's going to do, apart from dirty jokes
Except a little bit better odds
Apart from the few advertising offers
And a success that stinks like dog's paws
Carol I love you, my angel, filippi
What are you applying for, you'll ruin yourself by waiting don't
You won't die from disrespect
Oh, and I think your boss is a kid and you're not