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Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don’t need no invitation"Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a moveI can see me in the morning; losing my directionDeep inside my overcoat, looking for the doorI don’t wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with youOne sweet abbreviation sleeping like the deadYou think you’re pretty,

We fell in love down at the pierYou were sunbathing, I was aroundSoon we were sharing a beerWe fell in love at the pierI’m no sentimental slob so don’t think I’m queerYou got something baby and it ain’t just my beerWell, maybe it’s the hot pants, maybe the heatOr was it the sneakers you kicked

I’m on E. I’m on E. I’m on E. Got nothin’ to say. I used to have a car of my ownI’m on E. I’m on E. I’m on E for England. Laid out for maybe a weekI’ve walked my feet to the boneI’d give my life for a car of my ownI’m on E.

Hey, you’ve got an unnerving faceAnd twitching eyes like Norman BatesYou got a cigarette, eye on a mirrorFarm boy brown gas station sweeperYou took that girl, you put the saddle on herJust thirteen, she’s her daddy’s appleAnd she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huhHey, your Daddy’s Whiskey SamHe’s got bloodshot eyes like Ray MillandPlaying solitaire,

You know he can’t be tested, he can’t be read or foundUrban grey takes breath away, he wants to push his pedal to the groundAnd the night’s what’s right, puts him at the wheelWell, I eat danger, any stranger is all rightFeel hot to go like Jimmy O, dodging flying objects at the showAnd the