I wonder where you are tonight
you´re probably on the rampage somewhere
you have been known to take delight
in gettin´ in somebody´s hair
and you always had the knack
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I bet you already made a pass
I see a darkened room somewhere
you run your finger round the rim of his glass
run your fingers through his hair
they scratch across his back
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well maybe it´s all for the best
but I wish I´d never been lassooed
maybe it´s some kind of test
I wish I´d never been tattooed
or been to hell and back
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