She's only 18 Don't like the Rolling Stones She took a shortcut To being fully grown She got that moodring Her little sister Rose A smell of Springstein A Pair of pantyhose This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette She said my man you know it's time to get your fingers wet Your hustle's busted when you can't afford a cigarette The last I heard from you, you were screaming handle it Chorus: Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto to its head 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 I heard some P-Funk Out on the road again To get your head shrunk Is what I recommend It's in your bloodline A perfect Frankenstein Out on the lone kind I'm gonna make you mine It's understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck You got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque I'll put my lovin in your oven not a head to check The last I heard from you, you were screaming resurrect.
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