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An opera star Dying hard for love You say I'm hurt I will take your word Leather pants Happiness A hundred dollars Buy success Hanging with your fashionable

Sally hit the pavement Wineglass in her hand Sally's rearrangement I'll never understand But little did I wonder (little did I try) her little bit of

me You you talk like a noose And only confuse my perplexity Now that I'm so sad and not quite right I could dance all night I could dance all night Shake your

I found A new face A new image staring back at me Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away You so different In a different way But

She smiles Then she laughs and then She rights the wheel On the road again While all you fear are her thighs A man makes a man a man is that the way

I heard it from a friend The Revolution never happened Sigh A little die No more a child Goodbye Now where's the woolen sweater You mentioned in the

How'd I arrive in a place like this? Red right hand as the alligator kiss My head turns white but my face is green But my feet are still goin' if you

How that everybody's here Could we please have your attention? There is nothing left to fear No now that bigfoot is captured But are the children really

help me out again Yankee go Yankee go home The gas prices are getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go home Senses burn man When the deck-hand