I wonder where you are tonight

you're probably on the rampage somewhere

you have been known to take delight

in gettin' in somebody's hair

and you always had the knack

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I bet you already made a pass

I see a darkened room somewhere

you run your finger round the rim of his glass

run your fingers through his hair

they scratch across his back

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well maybe it's all for the best

but I wish I'd never been lassooed

maybe it's some kind of test

I wish I'd never been tattooed

or been to hell and back

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