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Little boys seem paralyzed by the shape of her thighs whats it like to live within that pale of skin Salt, sweat, cigarette, accompanied by violin Change my shirt please, It's dirty It was an accident that left me filthy Change my shirt please, It's dirty Change my shirt please before I feel guilty You're a sight for sore eyes, baby When the soldiers come out to play (you're just a sex lush with a vivacious crush you're just a sex lush looking for some quick-fix love) From Letras Mania