Contraband
Contraband - Hang On To Yourself lyrics
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Well she's a tongue twisted star, She's coming to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money She's a funky-thigh collector Laying on electric dreams So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance, we don't talk much We just ball and play But then we move like tigers on vaseline Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're messing with the Spiders from Mars Come on, come on Come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on Come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself