| Well she’s a tongue twisting storm
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| She’ll come to the show tonight
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| Praying to the light machine
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| She wants my honey not my money
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| She’s a funky-thigh collector
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| Laying on electric dreams
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| Well come on, come on
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| We’ve really got a good thing going
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| Well come on, well come on
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| If you think we’re going to make it
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| You better hang on to yourself
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| We can’t dance, We don’t talk much
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| We just ball and play
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| But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
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| Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
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| You’re the Blessed
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| We’re The Spiders From Mars
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| Well come on, come on
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| We’ve really got a good thing going
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| Well come on, well come on
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| If you think we’re going to make it
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| You better hang on to yourself
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| Come on
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| Lay it on
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| Well come on, come on
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| We’ve really got a good thing going
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| Well come on, well come on
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| If you think we’re going to make it
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| You better hang on to yourself
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| Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah
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| Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah
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| Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah
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| Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah |