| Lyrics: | She's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light
machine
She wants my honey, no my money, she's a funky thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric
dreams
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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
We can't
dance, don't talk 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 the blessed, we're the
Spiders from Mars
CHORUS
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