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Kyle Craft
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Berlin
Berlin, Berlin, she shines like a mirror ball A hot day, protege She puts her highest heels back on Each dance could be the death of me And I know she needs her money And you know she digs her cat call You know they'll be coming To watch her put it on and take it off
Berlin, Berlin, the star of the dark burlesque show She lives for its madness She swings herself around the pole slow She slips out of a prom dress And all the ladies wanna be her And all the grown men wanna cry But then I only wanna kiss you Just once maybe twice
Then I could show you around That is, if you'd wanna come And I could play it cool If I wasn't playin' it dumb
But Berlin she ain't the kind of woman To have one boy she calls She feeds from the touch of one lover But can't resist the touch of them all Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Oh Berlin baby, I know I'd never be the kind you'd like I'll toss myself back into the corner And I'll catch you every Sunday night
Dollar bills, red lipstick on a cigarette butt And trash-talk on her tongue I tried making eyes but guess what That man came on his microphone He said 'you're in for a real treat' And just like that she left my side She took the stage instead of taking me And worked it all the live-long night
And I could show you the town If I knew where to begin And I could show you out If I wasn't on my way in
But Berlin she ain't the kind of woman To have one boy she calls She feeds from the touch of one lover But can't resist the touch of them all Well, Berlin, baby, I know I'd never be the kind you'd like I'll toss myself back into the corner And I'll catch you every Sunday night
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