Contraband Hang On To Yourself
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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 'lectric 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
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, 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
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