My darling the stars they shine for you
My darling the
They tried to assassinate me, can't get past my shield
Got
[Approximately]
Alright sir, here we go, what are we going
All by myself
Still here the way she left me
All of them ladies in their
Summer dresses
Driving me crazy with
Baby's gone away for several days
And I'm awake and I'm
Chinese girl with knee-high socks
Spanish hips, she's Italian
She's a blacklamb
What is it that gives a pop record that special
I brought back a souvenir
All the way from Kampuchea
A plastic
Chicken and latches
Latches and chicken
Chicken and latches
Latches and chicken
Chunky chunky ripitup now, chunky chunky ripituh
Chunky chunky ripitup now,
I walked out on the front porch an' I hollered
An'
So what exactly are you saying?
You'd like to live
You take a long deep breath like that, it tightens
Like punch drunk fighters, we stumble through the streets
Kissin' in
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