Lust For Kicks

he's got his plastic sneakers 
She's got her Robuck purse 
He's got his butane flicker 
She's got it worse 

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They're crazy about each other 
Like a misplaced fix 
They're mad about each other 
They blame it all on the lust for kicks 

He's got his own dumb waiter 
She's reading one fell swoop 
He gets around to it later 
She fills the scoop 

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He's just a hit parader 
She's just a cycle ride 
He likes to masquerade her 
And she tells him lies 

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