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I'm running on empty

Feel I'm running dry

I don't have a love life

It'll make a grown man cry



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I got an old lady

But we don't touch

I'm looking for some magic

Is that asking too much



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White sails and song birds, warm candle light

I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right



Call me a cynic

You can call me a fool

But I want my life back

I wanna jump in the pool



I need to tango

I got to rock

I wanna little couch dancer

Who can stop my clock



Boxes of chocolate and cold ice cream

It's too much cinamon

it's enough to make you scream



No more pretty words, I've run out of track

No more bland monotony, I'm not going back

A married life can bury you, it's like a disease

I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees



Going back to my roots now

To what I know best

Well I need my cherry

And her treasure chest

I got me a dancer

From a personal ad

She do the Watusi

Come on you color me bad



Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand

Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band



-solo-



All those pretty words, I've run out of track

All that bland monotony, I'm not going back

A married life can bury you, it's like a disease

I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees



Brave men begging please



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