Black eyes and straight black hair, she could kill a man with that devil's stare.
When I see her walking down the street I lose the feeling in my feet.
I wanna touch her, but I can't because I know she's electric.
Oh, she's got a list from the garbage man with the flaming fists.
Lightning strikes where she walks, 'cause I know she's electric.
Her hands are made of acrylic, my hands are made of stone.
You never know when she's leaving 'cause she's so heavy when she goes.

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