She's only 18

Don't like the Rolling Stones

She took a shortcut

To being fully grown

She got that moodring

Her little sister Rose

smell of Springstein

Pair of pantyhose

This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette

She said my man you know it's time to get your fingers wet

Your hustle's busted when you can't afford a cigarette

The last I heard from you, you were screaming handle it

Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto to its head

Book of love will long be laughing after you are dead

Fascinated by the look of you and what was said

Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed

I heard some P-Funk

Out on the road again

To get your head [bad word] 
Is what I [bad word] 
It's in your bloodline

perfect Frankenstein

Out on the lone kind

I'm gonna make you mine

It's understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck

You got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque

I'll put my lovin in your oven not a head to check

The last I heard from you, you were screaming resurrect

Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto to its head

Book of love will long be laughing after you are dead

Fascinated by the look of you and what was said

Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed

Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto to its head

Book of love will long be laughing after you are dead

Fascinated by the look of you and what was said

Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed