Wind up the carpets
strung out the guitars
make it out shake it up
just to what hell you're hoping for
Feel the rhythm deep inside
it is the key to enter
right inside her heart's bedroom
hug her, kiss her, love moreover
Ask one question to yourself
is this what all you've got?
or are you pretending to be
as it was one birth ago
Give it up man, you're nothing
freaky nights and howling wolfs
just make you afraid moreover
than she shouts at you as ever
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