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Well, black out, well, no timeThe skin of the city is pulling real tightAround the big head of the hot rindThe skin of the city is blushing at the sightOf her, of her, of her, of herIt's deja vuYou got your big teeth with your big biteYou're ripping off the wrong tag shaking off the rightCan you sink ships with your pink thighs?The skin of the city is shaking at the sightOf her, of her, of her, of herIt's deja vuWell, here it is againCan you make it to the end of the deja vu?Well, here it comes againCan you make it to the endOf her, of her, of her, of her, of her?The way you lookFive beats slowI'm wigglingThe way you lookFive beats slowSongtexteI'm wigglingThe way you lookFive beats slowI'm wigglingWell, here it comes againCan you make it to the end of the deja vu?Well, here it is againCan you make it to the end of the deja vu?Well, here it comes againCan you make it to the endOf her, of her, of her, of her, of her? Aus Songtexte Mania