Oh, she's a tongue- twisting storm
Comes to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
Laying on the 'lectric dream
Well, come on, well, come on
We really got a good thing go ing
Well, come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
Oh, we can't dance, we don't talk much,
Then we move like tigers on Vaseline
Well, the bitter comes out better
we're the Spiders From Mars
Well, come on, well, come on
We really got a good thing go ing
Well, come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
Lay it on me, come on, well, come on
We really got a good thing go ing
Well, come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
Well, come on, well, come on
We really got a good thing go ing
Well, come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
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