Lyrics
I'm not interested in lots of girls, sir. I'll take your daughter to the dance, if you will allow me.
Dying dosen't seem so bad, when your records are melted, and your mother wouldn't let you keep any of them. Not even Kiss.
You girls, come out from there - wherever you're hiding. And we saved all of your things. You don't need to worry.
Hey, now. Where are you girls? We waited for you. And you can leave your gum behind, whenever you kiss me.
When you come out from there, we'll go where you want. We've got a full tank. But you left us in your car, with a smoking hand.
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