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Good grief, won`t you look on the dancefloor!
She`s got to be American; she`s not from here
Oh no! I can`t even look away
She`s just far too thin and beautiful as sin
We`re all living in a world of poetry
Eating polyester and committing adultery
Calm down, boy! I`ll tell you the secret
It`s ever so simple it really, really is
Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my
She`s On Drugs What`s up?
Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my
She`s On Drugs
So steady on, get a grip on yourself
You just can`t act like that in the theatre
Where`d you get that look in your eyes
Behaving like the boss of a whole new religion
Said please! I thought you got savvy
But you`re looking like a lemon and talking like a navvy
Ah I guess that`s so many people`s problem these days:
You can see the hills - you just can`t go there
Aw, it simply shouldn`t ever occur
If she puts her arms above her head like that again
I don`t know what I`ll say or do
Hey Charlie
Now I`m out on the street and I believe she`s in distress
She`s got her hair in her eyes and her eyes are in a mess
Hey now, I`ve been hoping we was going to meet
Now won`t you take my hand so I can help you across the street?
Whooo!Talk about bloodsports!
Even the spectators get killed!
You can see the cars, you just can`t get out of their way
Ah this simply doesn`t happen to me
If you have a single night like that in town again
I don`t know what I`d say or do
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