I wonder where you are tonight you´re probably on the rampage somewhere you have been known to take delight in gettin´ in somebody´s hair and you always had the knack fade to black
I bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere you run your finger round the rim of his glass run your fingers through his hair they scratch across his back fade to black
well maybe it´s all for the best but I wish I´d never been lassooed maybe it´s some kind of test I wish I´d never been tattooed or been to hell and back fade to black
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