She set your goldfish free

And now she's sighing

Blew out your pilot light

And made a wish

She doesn't have to have

her db's records back now

But there's not a lot of things

That she'll take back

CHORUS

She wants to see you again

She wants to see you again

See you twisting in the wind

She's not your satellite

She doesn't miss you

So turn off your smoke machine

And Marshall stack

She doesn't have to have

Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back

But there's not a lot of things

That she'll take back

CHORUS

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