Going out looking
Off my leach
I'm like a kid on my first chrismas
Looking for the first present I see
Ready to see something else for a change
Ready for a new sound on my mind
A new touch on my back
New nails go into my skin while I'm doing something else
Something new for a change
Can somebody tell
I'm Single For Night
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