Tommy walks into My bathroom My God he says You have more g-strings Than a.... a..... stripper! While he's in there I hide all my toys Tommy says You always work after midnight What are you.... a whore? Ha ha ha I stumble Over my answer And take a few nights off Tommy says I got moves like a Porn star And who was it who Taught me to dance I laugh and blame Lacey Then get him totally blitzed Tommy likes The way I look On his arm Tommy likes The way I charm All his friends Tommy likes The way I look In the end But Tommy don't know Just where I beginBirth sign: Aquarius
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