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Contraband
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Hang On To Yourself
Well she's a tongue twisted star, She's coming to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money She's a funky-thigh collector Laying on electric 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You're messing with the Spiders from Mars
Come on, come on 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 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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