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Текст песни The Perfect Crime

Yeah!
You have to climb, for every dime,
You have to fight, work over-time,
And still get out in time, to commit,
The perfect crime.

And you know the drill, or soon you will,
Your dressed to kill, look like a mill, yeah,
Addicted to the thrill, to design,
The perfect crime.

Got your balls on the grill, honey[!],
Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose - this is fun.

You have to climb, for every dime,
You have to fight...

The perfect crime, [sing with me honey],
And still get out in time, to commit,
The perfect crime!

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