[Verse 1]
Well, she's a tongue-twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machines
She wants my honey, not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
Laying on electric dreams
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
[Post-Chorus]
Ah, come on
[Verse 2]
Now we don't dance much, we just ball and play
Then we move around like tigers on Vaseline
You know the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the Blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
Well, she's a tongue-twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machines
She wants my honey, not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
Laying on electric dreams
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
[Post-Chorus]
Ah, come on
[Verse 2]
Now we don't dance much, we just ball and play
Then we move around like tigers on Vaseline
You know the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the Blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
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