Good lord, boys, please be careful
She'll make you so hysterical
Shake you up like you didn't think possible
She'll arrive on the red eye one day
You'll have red eyes come Monday
And two fists full of your own hair
She's at it again
Your head, did the things your friends all predicted
Though you said you didn't care that much
So much for that
Good luck, lads, it gets harder
Love trade is not fair so beg and barter
Keep trading water and don't bleed your blood in the sea
Keep the sharks at bay and don't attract them
Once they're circling you, you won't outlast them
Just distract them as long as you possibly can
She's at it again
Instead of losing your head
Try to remember you were fine before you met her
Take the things she has to teach you and run like hell
Run... Run like hell
Run... Like hell
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oooh
Like Hell
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Good going, kid
You've really done it
Reached the roof and now no choice but to plummet
Onto a passing limousine
Carries with him one happy couple
Let them know the extent of your troubles
How far you strugglled and just how fast you fell
Good grief girl, please take pity
You're just as powerful as you are pretty
Come to the city and turn the lights back on
Come to the city and turn the lights back on
Come to the city and turn the lights back on

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