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But I am your crazy driver Honey I'm sure to steer you ' round I am dying in any story (?) I'm only living and (when I) sing this song (Just the same
Out of my mind on Saturday night 1970 rollin' in sight Radio burnin' up above Beautiful baby, feed my love All night till I blow away All night till
Dance to the beat Of the living dead Lose sleep baby And stay away from bed Raw power is sure to come a runnin' to you If you're alone And you
Can I come over tonight? Can I come over tonight? What do you think I wanna do? That's right Can I come over tonight? I say, we will have a real cool
shake appeal - move so fast on me shake appeal - move so fast to see Move so fast Move so fast Poor little misery! Shake appeal Feel so high
She not right I want some I want some tonight I want some, I want some, all right But she can't help because she not right No, no, no, no It's always
So messed up I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be Face-to-face And I'll lay right down In my favorite place And now I wanna be
Penetration Penetrate me, penetrate me I'm so fine so fine so fine I get excited, I get excited I'm alone, I'm so fine, pull a line (???) Every night
There's a brand new dance But I don't know its name That people from bad homes Do again and again It's big and it's bland Full of tension and fear They
No fun my babe, no fun, no fun my babe, no fun No fun to hang around, feelin' that same old way No fun to hang around, freaked out for another day No
Well it's 1969 okay all across the U.S.A. It's another year for me and you Another year with nothing to do Last year I was 21 I didn't have a lot of
Awwright! Woooohhhh! A pretty face and a dirty look knew right away that i'd have to get my hooks in you yeah yeah yeah I'm running low on my memories
Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran Tonight (Oh, gi, ran, ja, ran, ja, ja, ran) I'll
So messed up I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be face to face And I'll lay right down in my favorite place And now I wanna
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy The one who searches and
Lord, [Incomprehensible] See that cat, yeah, I do mean you See that cat, yeah, I do mean you She got a TV eye on me She got a TV eye She got a TV eye
There?s nothing new about the old sound regardless of what you say. The world is looking on like ?Really? Again? Okay, okay.? We jumped on late, we both