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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHang On To Yourself
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonightPraying to the light machineShe wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collectorLayin' on 'lectric dreamsSo come on, come on, we've really got a good thing goingWell come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make itYou better hang on to yourselfWe can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and playBut then we move like tigers on vaselineWell the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitarYou're the blessed, we're the spiders from MarsSo come on, come on, we've really got a good thing goingWell come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make itYou better hang on to yourselfCome onSo come on, come on, we've really got a good thing goingWell come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make itYou better hang on to yourselfCome on, come on, we've really got a good thing goingWell come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make itYou better hang on to yourselfCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ahCome on, ah, come on, ah
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