rage out on you

I want my baby dressed in black
silver buttons all around her neck
they sure had taste back in the good ol’ days
now there’s a price to pay

there’s somebody on my screen tonight
there’s some voice on my telephone
but I don’t wanna share it all this time
I want my own private show

don’t need your name, your number, don’t want your fake I.D.
don’t wanna know about your mean ex-lover
kill me tomorrow, love me tonight

I want my baby dressed in white, virgin look in her eyes
I just wanna have it all this time, and I’ll pay any price

now all you boys and girls across the world
watcha gonna do when you hear the news
that everything is back to normal again
will the whole world go crazy?

don’t need your name, your number, don’t want your fake I.D.
don’t wanna know about your mean ex-lover
kill me tomorrow, love me tonight


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