Spitting Image
Nothing was happening when I dropped out of school.
The girls were a bore teachers just weren't cool.
Lit out one night on my own. Rockin' down the highway I began to roam.
I may be mistaken. I thought you hung the moon above.
Late night spittin' image of love.
You look so good in your Spandex tight.
Doc says I'm dangerous well all right.
You fill them shorts, leather and lace.
Love and lust girl I like your face.
I may be mistaken. I thought you hung the moon above.
Late night spittin' image of love.
Tombstone bullets in graveyard 9.
Your scent in the air shake your behind.
A look of mystery in your dark eyes.
A moll walk the line well my, my, my. I
may be mistaken. I thought you hung the moon above.
Late night spittin' image of love.
You toss and turn in dreams in my bed.
What's gone is gone what's left unsaid.
You turn up the heat blood starts to cook.
I know ya honey read you like a book.
I may be mistaken. I thought you hung the moon above.
Late night spittin' image of love.
Nothing was happening when I dropped out of school.
The girls were a bore teachers just weren't cool.
Lit out one night on my own. Rockin' down the highway I began to roam.
I may be mistaken. I thought you hung the moon above.
Late night spittin' image of love.
You look so good in your Spandex tight.
Doc says I'm dangerous well all right.
You fill them shorts, leather and lace.
Love and lust girl I like your face.
I may be mistaken. I thought you hung the moon above.
Late night spittin' image of love
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