Saw you walking down the street
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Holding hands with some other guy
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Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots
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Big brown round saucer eyes, that's right!
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I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend
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Besides, it was the wrong time and place
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I went home, took a shower, met a lady
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I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again
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Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold
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I want your love, I want your soul, come on babe
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Let's have a good time! Let's have a good time!
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Let's have a good time! Let's have a good time!
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So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around
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No one had ever seen a chick like you before
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I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and Jesus
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I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul
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Then one rainy winter Tuesday, I saw you on the subway
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You were heading for the tunnel near the door
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I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash
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Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull
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Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold
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I want your love, I want your soul, come on babe
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Let's have a good time! Let's have a good time!
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Let's have a good time! Let's have a good time!
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So once again, walking in the pouring rain
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Wondering who and why and where and what you were
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I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams
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Like an opium withdrawal, only worse
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Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride
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Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes
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Like a rockabilly queen 'bout to kick start your machine
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Like a fighter pilot flying off to war
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You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back
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God bless the sould of sweet Gene Vincent, there you were!
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Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold
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I want your love, I want your soul, come on babe
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Let's have a good time! Let's have a good time!
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Let's have a good time! Let's have a good time!
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Dolls (Sweet Rock And Roll)
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| Primal Scream |
