(DICKINSON/SMITH)



I GOT THE KEYS TO VIEW AT NUMBER 22

BEHIND MY GREEN DOOR THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE

STONE COLD SOBER AND SITTING IN SILENCE,LAID

BACK AND LOOKING FOR SYMPHATY

I LIKE A GIRL WHO KNOWS WHERE SHE'S BOUND

I DON'T LIKE GIRLS WHO'VE BEEN HANGING AROUND



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HOOKS IN YOU,HOOKS IN ME,HOOKS IN THE CEILING

FOR THAT WELL HUNG FEELING

NO BIG DEAL,NO BIG SIN,STRUNG UP ON LOVE I

GOT THE HOOKS SCREWED IN



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SHE'S TIED UP SHE CAN'T COME TO THE PHONE

YOU MSUT HAVE GOT YOUR WIRES CROSSED COS SHE AIN'T HOME

KNOCK ON WOOD-YOU KNOW I LIKE THAT SOUND

SHE NEVER COULD KEEP HER FEET ON THE GROUND



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RIGHT ON THE MONEY GOT IT WRAPPED UP TIGHT

NEW IDEAS FOR THE DECOR TONIGHT

GONNA MAKE THIS HOUSE A PRESERVATION ZONE

GONNA SET HER IN CONCRETE SET HER UP ON HER OWN