Motherfuckin’ video killed the radio!

Open up your fruit cage, where the fruit is as sweet as can be

That’s why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit

Can’t help but think of yesterday and another who tied me down to the lover boy rules

Take my tears and that’s not nearly all

Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space

I’ve got my back against the record machine

I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you

I’m not ashamed to say I badly need a friend, or it’s the end.

Why can’t this crazy love be mine?

I just found me a brand new box of matches, and what he knows you ain’t had time to learn

And I had the feeling, boy, boy, that is great!

And I shake my little tush on the catwalk

You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen

What does death bother me as long as my hair is blowing in the wind!

The mixed pickles, the curried sausage, the bockwurst, and the radio

All he finds are snakes in every color, every nationality and size

Now he’s holding in what he used to make it talk so tough… it’s tough

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night looking for the fight of her life

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream, red gold and green

You fooled me with your kisses, you cheated and you schemed

I need water because I am sweating on the crack!

I’m a sex machine ready to reload, like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh explode!

I’m dirty, mean, mighty unclean ¬≠ I’m a wanted man.

Lock up your back door and run for your life.

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