| She’s only 18
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| Don’t like the Rolling Stones
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| She took a short cut
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| To being fully grown
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| She’s got that mood ring
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| A little sister rose
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| The smell of Springsteen
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| A pair of pantyhose
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| This talking picture show
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| Is leaking from a silhouette
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| She said my man you know
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| It’s time to get your fingers wet
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| Your hustle’s busted when
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| You can’t afford a cigarette
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| The last I heard from you
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| You were screaming «handle it»
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| Knock the world right off its feet
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| And straight onto its head
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| The book of love will
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| Long be laughing after you are dead
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| Fascinated by the look of you
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| And what was said
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| Make a play for all the
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| Brightest minds and light will shed
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| I heard some P-Funk
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| Out on the road again
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| To get your head shrunk
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| Is what I recommend
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| It’s in your bloodline
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| A perfect Frankenstein
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| Out on that lone pine
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| I’m gonna make you mine
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| It’s understood you wrap
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| Your voodoo right around my neck
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| You’ve got some glitter on your
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| Kitty at the discotheque
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| I put my lovin' in your oven
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| Not a head to check
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| The last I heard from you
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| You were screaming «resurrect»
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| Knock the world right off its feet
|
| And straight onto its head
|
| The book of love will
|
| Long be laughing after you are dead
|
| Fascinated by the look of you
|
| And what was said
|
| Make a play for all the
|
| Brightest minds and light will shed
|
| Knock the world right off its feet
|
| And straight onto its head
|
| The book of love will
|
| Long be laughing after you are dead
|
| Fascinated by the look of you
|
| And what was said
|
| Make a play for all the
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| Brightest minds and light will shed |