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Naked, you know that I am naked
You know I know you want me naked
Naked, naked
Lay there, you know I know you want me laid there
You know that I'm a filthy lady
Lady, lady
La la la la la la la la
And you don't even know my name x 2
do ya, do ya want to know my name
Wasted, you spiked my drink and I am wasted
Oh my God my legs are shaking, shaking
Shaking!
La la la la la la la la
And you don't even know my name x 2
Well you don't even know my name
You won't buy me with a line of cocaine
and you won't see me with your money
I've never sold my body to nobody
La la la la la la la la
And you don't even know my name
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Rocketman
04:45
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Eyes staring at the skies
Boys walking in disguise
Lies slithering beside
Electric woes they do betide
Rocket man
(You’ve got no parachute)
Fly at the speed of light
You supersonic device
Through the rings of nebular
Home is just a dying star
Rocket man
(You’ve got no parachute)
How far will you have to fly
Space beyond the tripping sky
Bound along the Milky Way
To a galaxy far, far, far, far away
Rocket man
(You’ve got no parachute)
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The Yuya UK
The YuYa are Constance Dalrymple and Eliseo Soardi, formed in 2008 after a chance meeting at a fancy dress wedding, they play acoustic fuelled, avant-garde, toe-tapping indie-folk music. Since their first gig in Kilburn they have played over 150 shows across the UK and Europe. They recorded their debut album in the summer 2010, which they plan to release in the summer of 2012 on Day Job Records! ... more
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