Smut!

You can't-, you can't do this
 We need more champagne?
 It's gone, it's finished
 Is it?
 Oh, here have some
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 In the shelves of the video store
 In the cherry red corridors where I found you
 Chintzy as a neon sign
 But you still threw me the powerline
 I guess you had nothing to do
 Magically, the cabs were quiet
 During the usual avenue yellow ride
 Oh, I guess you're going with someone
 Tell me, does it double your fun?
 To be cruel?
 To be cruel?
 She says she's single after sundown
 All good fun 'til the shakedown
 Single after sundown
 All good fun 'til the shakedown
 Pa, para, para, para, ra
 Para, ra
 In the eve of the summertime
 True love only part time, eh, eh
 And this is true
 In your skin tight neoprene
 I'm a loaded magazine
 Or is that uncouth?
 I know it's wrong, but I'm overruled
 Tonight she takes me to night school, ooh
 (Hey, that's the name of the record)
 Oh, as she turns up the traffic jams
 And the brakes are slammed, she asks
 "Would that be cool?
 Would that be cool?"
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 She says she's single after sundown
 All good fun 'til the shakedown
 She says she's single after sundown
 All good fun 'til the shakedown
 And now we're gonna kick it, yeah
 Any way she can
 Go on, turn up the traffic jams
 We all have those feelings we need to console
 Para, ra, ra, ra, ra
 Para, para
 Para, ra, ra, ra, ra, para, ra
 Para, ra, ra, ra, ra
 (So, Lee got the beat and a better p-)