Hang Onto Yourself
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on electric dreams
So come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on
If you think we're gonna make it you better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
So come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
Come on, ho
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Well come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
Well come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
Come on, ah, come on, ah
Come on, ah, come on, ah
Come on, ah, come on, ah
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