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Hot summer night, the working girls were on their way back home
It was getting late so I tagged along, couldn't let them walk alone
I followed them up some greasy steps to a rooftop in the sky
No walls around just a sea of stars, my throat was getting dry
Everyone could feel the heat that's why we all disrobed
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