| Back in Lincoln Park where I was mostly raised
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| Hanging around town where I got totally crazed
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| Surrounded by bitches who wouldn’t give it in
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| Who thought that getting down was an unnatural sin
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| I’d whisper «Baby baby help me, you really must
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| I need a healthy outlet
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| For my teenage lust»
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| So I moved into the city to improve my chances
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| I chased them at the bars and I grabbed them at the dances
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| They’d huggy snuggle kissy but they’d never go all the way
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| They’d cringe like in terror when they hear me say
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| «Baby baby help, you really really must
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| I need a healthy outlet
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| For my teenage lust!»
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| Yes I do now baby, my teenage won’t make
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| Away much longer
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| I really need release
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| It means so much to me
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| How can a young Midwestern boy
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| Live in such misery?
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| Then one day I had the perfect plan
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| I shake my ass and scream «Get a rock’n’roll band!»
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| From now on there’ll be no compromising
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| Rock’n’roll music is the best advertising
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| «Baby I can help, you know I got the guts
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| I’ll be the healthy outlet
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| For your teenage lust!»
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| Come on darling come on baby
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| This teenage lust is driving me crazy
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| I gotta have it baby, I can’t do without
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| When I got the feeling I got to work it out
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| I ain’t got no time, for messing around
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| So come on bitch you’ve got to get down
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| Come on darling come on baby
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| This teenage lust is driving me crazy |