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Slim lined sheik faced |
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Angel of the night |
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Riding like a cowboy |
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In the graveyard of the night |
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New York Witch |
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In the dungeon of the day |
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I'm trying to write my novel |
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But all you do is play |
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Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang |
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Well, you never spite a person |
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But you always bang the whole gang |
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Oh yeah... |
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Mince pie dog-eye |
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Eagle on the wind |
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I'm searching through this garbage |
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Just looking for a friend |
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Your uncle with an alligator |
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Chained to his leg |
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Dangles you your freedom |
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Then he offers you his bed |
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Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang |
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Well, you never spite a person |
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But you always bang the whole gang |
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It seems to me to dream |
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Is something too wild |
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In Max's Kansas City |
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You're belladonna child |
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Hiding on the highways |
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On the gateways to the south |
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You're talking with your boots |
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And you're walking with your mouth |
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Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang |
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Well, you never spite a person |
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But you always bang the whole gang |
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Thank you ma'am |