Yeah...
Imagination, baby, can take you far
Don't be afraid to come off slightly bizarre
It can be scary, baby, ghostly I am
I'm coming through like I'm the
Lost Son of Sam
Lost Son of Sam
There's nothing safer, baby, that is a fact
Turn into something, go put on something black
But don't you worry cause you'll never get hurt
And every body feelin'
Sexy say "Yeah!"
Sexy say "Yeah!"
Chorus:
When your feeling kind of gorgeous
Call me on the phone and
Get off!
Get off!
When time is kind of precious
I can come undone and
Get off!
Get off!
Yeah!
Russian champagne in the back of the car
You can be the bubbles, I'll be your dracula
I've got a million other tricks up my sleeve
Go get your jacket, baby,
Get ready to leave!
Ready to leave!
If you don't want to go, feel free to sit tight
Two talk-a-holics, we can do it all night
But if your longing for some real human touch
I'm coming over just like,
I am too much!
I am too much!
When your feeling kind of gorgeous
Call me on the phone and
Get off!
Get off!
When time is kind of precious
I can come undone and
Get off!
Get off!
Yeah!
When your feeling kind of gorgeous
call me on the phone and
Get off!
Get off!
When time is kind of precious
I can come undone and
Get off!
Get off!
Yeah!
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