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by Theatre Of Tragedy· from Musique
You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine
I'm gonna get you up
I wanna get on top
The call is mine
On the skew, you're dancing all over
You are the anti-fashion statement
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You look like my old dog Rover
I'm gonna get you up
I wanna get on top
The call is mine