She’s only eighteen, don’t like the Rolling Stones She took the short cut to being fully grown She’s got that mood ring, a little sister rose The smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose
This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette She said, “My man, you know, it’s time to get your fingers wet” Your hustle’s busted when you can’t afford a cigarette The last I heard from you, you were screaming “Handle it!”
Knock the world, right off its feet and straight onto its head The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead Fascinated by the look of you and what was said Make a play for all the brightest minds, and light will shed
I heard some P-Funk out on the road again To get your head shrunk, is what I recommend It’s in your bloodline, a perfect Frankenstein Out on that lone pine, I’m going to make you mine
It’s understood, you wrapped your voodoo right around my neck You’ve got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque I put my loving in your oven not a head to check The last I heard from you, you were screaming “Resurrect!”
Knock the world, right off its feet and straight onto its head The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead Fascinated by the look of you and what was said Make a play for all the brightest minds, and light will shed (Uuh)
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Knock the world, right off its feet and straight onto its head The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead Fascinated by the look of you and what was said Make a play for all the brightest minds, and light will shed