Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I’m not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Palms up, I’m trading ‘em (trading ‘em)
I’m the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain’t that cheap, now
I don’t care what you think,
As long as it’s about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
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