| She’s got the time
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| says she got time on her side
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| Running the rule
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| Commanding the late boys eyes
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| She runs around, knows all the streets by name
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| So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
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| She’s intoxicating, soon your favorite drink
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| Your black dress in disarray
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| Only dance floor prayers can save you
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| Temperatures rise and I start to move
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| But it’s you that’s coursing through my veins
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| Say she’s got hope
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| Took shelter to the Hollywood list, taking control
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| Wanted my heart but I gave her my soul
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| She’s like a Paige Davis with a Monroe kiss
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| Disappeared today, left no trace
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| But someday I’ll know your name
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| Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
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| Now I’m dependent, swear I’m clinical
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| Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
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| I need a fix in those heroin eyes
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| Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
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| Now I’m dependent, no not cynical
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| Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
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| I need a fix in those heroin eyes
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| She’s no saint but she’ll take you to your knees
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| Try her boy, but she’ll still do what she please
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| Do you believe in science? |
| She’s perfect chemistry
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| She wanted my love but I gave her the rest of me Dear Stephen Patrick:
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| You’ll adore me before the night is over
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| If London’s calling don’t you dare pick up the phone
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| Only you entwined
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| could make this orphan feel at home
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| Lips that need no introduction, but now waiting for your call
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| if picture’s worth a thousand words
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| Then your touch is worth them all |