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Miss Kittin feat. The Hacker
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Stock Exchange
Shaking hands in the back of a Mercedes car, same whiskies, colas, business, auto-bars.
The wheel of high heals tears me apart like a Hallmark number one, broken heart.
Attach 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 after shave, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com when they touch my bum in the lift of the Empire State.
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Madonna is into the groove, in my cell-phone ringing like a non-stop metronome.
My psy told me to go to a spa, but my jet is flying to Vienna, Austria.
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