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(keith hinton/alan stewart) |
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I was getting kinda tired |
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Of her endless chatter |
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Nothing i could say |
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Ever seemed to matter |
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So i took a little drive |
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Just to clear my head |
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I saw a flashing neon up ahead |
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It looked like a place |
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To find some satisfaction |
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With a little less talk |
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And a lot more action |
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I paid the man at the door |
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And pushed my way to the bar |
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Shouted for a drink |
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Over a screaming guitar |
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A drunk on a stool |
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Tried to mess with my head |
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But i didn't even listen |
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To a word he said |
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I knew somewhere |
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Amid all this distraction |
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Was a little less talk |
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And a lot more action |
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A little less talk |
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If you please |
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A lot more loving |
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Is what i need |
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Let's get on down |
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To the main attraction |
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With a little less talk |
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And a lot more action |
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Well she was fighting them off |
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At a corner table |
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She had a longneck bottle |
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She was peeling the label |
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The look on her face |
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It was perfectly clear |
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She said somebody please |
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Get me out of here |
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The look she shot me |
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Through the glass refraction |
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Said a little less talk |
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And a lot more action |
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A little less talk |
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If you please |
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A lot more loving |
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Is what i need |
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Let's get on down |
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To the main attraction |
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With a little less talk |
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And a lot more action |
