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Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Don't want to waste your time Hey mister won't you give me some of your time Live in a city, it's got a blank empty stare No soul very tragic Politics'n'guts, it's seduction Some walk in the shadows, yea it's just selection Pale flesh quivering just reaction to the hurry & fury of it all But if you stop there's nothin to laugh about There's no more jokers but you want your attraction Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Don't want to waste your time Hey mister won't you give me some of your time I got no sense in life, unlike you My worthless body is inked, no use Please save me from this scum hero My eyes see decay i'm sick cure me Creep in my pants tonight i'll leave the door open How else can i thank you? Feel no remorse, i'm a confused young girl Extremely in need of your salvation Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Don't want to waste your time Hey mister won't you give me some of your time From Letras Mania