Suzi Quatro What A Way To Die
What a Way to Die
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Well, I love you baby
I'm telling you right here
But please don't make me decide baby
Between you and a bottle of beer
Baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But woo, what a way to die!
Your loving fluctuates, baby
And everybody knows
But the temperature always stays the same
On an ice cold bottle of Stroh's
Baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But woo, what a way to die!
When I start my drinking
My baby throws a fit
So I just blitz him outta my mind
With seventeen bottles of Schlitz
Baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But woo, what a way to die!
You've got the kind of body
That makes me come alive
But I'd rather have my hands around
A bottle of Colt 45
Baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But woo, what a way to die!
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