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* I'm running on empty |
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Feel I'm running dry |
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I don't have a love life |
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It'll make a grown man cry ** |
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I got an old lady |
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But we don't touch |
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I'm looking for some magic |
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Is that asking too much *** |
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White sails and song birds, warm candle light |
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I don't want |
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Disney, I wanna rock all right |
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Call me a cynic |
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You can call me a fool |
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But I want my life back |
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I wanna jump in the pool |
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I need to tango |
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I got to rock |
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I wanna little couch dancer |
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Who can stop my clock |
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Boxes of chocolate and cold ice cream |
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It's too much cinamon it's enough to make you scream |
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No more pretty words, |
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I've run out of track |
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No more bland monotony, |
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I'm not going back |
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A married life can bury you, it's like a disease |
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I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees |
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Going back to my roots now |
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To what I know best |
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Well I need my cherry |
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And her treasure chest |
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I got me a dancer |
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From a personal ad |
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She do the |
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Watusi Come on you color me bad |
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Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand |
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Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band -solo- |
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All those pretty words, |
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I've run out of track |
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All that bland monotony, |
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I'm not going back |
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A married life can bury you, it's like a disease |
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I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees |
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Brave men begging please |
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Repeat * Repeat ** |
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Repeat *** |
