She's a tongue twisting storm She will come
to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not
my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams

chorus So come on, come on We've really got
a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You
better hang on to yourself
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We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball
and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes
out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars

So come on, come on We've really got a good
thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better
hang on to yourself

So come on, come on We've really got a good
thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better
hang on to yourself