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You can read it in the papers
In some places it comes in thirty-two flavors
But you wouldn’t tell no one
Your favorite if you could
>from the white house to the alleys
>from the president down to long tall sally
Can’t live with it but
You’ll die without it - yes you would
Senorita’s in the kitchen
She’s a fistful of dynamite
You call 911 but you
Can’t stop the fun tonite, it’s alright
Chorus:
You can’t start a fire without a spark
But there’s something that I guarantee
You can’t hide when infection starts
Because love is a social disease
Where you look you can find it
Try to run but you’re always behind it
So you play hide and seek like a blind kid
Till you’re caught - yeah you’re caught
So you’ll say that you had some
But they took it and held it for ransom
Were they tall, dark, skinny or
Handsome - you won’t talk
So you telephone your doctor
Just to see what pill to take
You know there’s no prescription
Gonna wipe this one away
Chorus
So full of high grade octane
She could run the bullet train on 38 double d’s
Now you know for sure, you know the cure
To make a blind man see
Read more lyrics about / on: fire, yeah, dying
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