December 29th, 2007 at 3:59AM
It’s understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck. You’ve got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque. I put my lovin’ in your oven; not a head to check. The last I heard from you, you were screaming ‘Resurrect!’ — She’s Only 18 by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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