| Slim lined sheik faced
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| Angel of the night
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| Riding like a cowboy
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| In the graveyard of the night
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| New York Witch
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| In the dungeon of the day
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| I’m trying to write my novel
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| But all you do is play
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| Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang
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| Well, you never spike a person
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| But you always bang the whole gang
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| Oh yeah…
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| Mince pie dog-eye
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| Eagle on the wind
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| I’m searching through this garbage
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| Just looking for a friend
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| Your uncle with an alligator
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| Chained to his leg
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| Dangles you your freedom
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| Then he offers you his bed
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| It seems to me to dream
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| Is something too wild
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| In Max’s Kansas City
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| You’re belladonna child
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| Riding on the highways
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| On the gateways to the south
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| You’re talking with your boots
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| And you’re walking with your mouth
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| Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang
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| Well, you never spike a person
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| But you always bang the whole gang
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| Thank you ma’am |