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Chinn/Chapman |
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Look out! |
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Mama let me out on a saturday night, she said now |
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Go out and get her go and hold her tight |
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I said now |
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Mama, you don't understand |
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Ev'ry time |
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I touch her hand |
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It's like |
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I'm burning in the fires of hell |
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And if I hold her too long |
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You never can tell what'll happen to me |
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I wouldn't want you to see |
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Look out She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer |
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Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer |
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Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Look out! |
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She's like a live bomb shell |
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Like a flash out of hell |
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And when she's shaking her ooh |
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Everyone fell at her feet |
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And that's neat and she took me completely |
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By surprise with her ultra sonic eyes |
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That were flashing like hysterical danger signs |
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That said beware where you tread |
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Or you'll go out of your head |
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Look out She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer |
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Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer |
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Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Look out! |
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Hell raiser, hell raiser, hell raiser |
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Hell raiser, hell raiser, ooh |
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Now Mama, you don't understand |
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Ev'ry time |
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I touch her hand |
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It's like |
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I'm burning in the fires of hell |
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And if I hold her too long |
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You never can tell what'll happen to me |
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I wouldn't want you to see... |
