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Talking To The Wind
Dollar got the blues in them high heeled shoes, told everyone to just get bent.
All over the place, the ones on her case and that jive ass President.
Searching for the morning till the sun comes out again.
Running in the night, talking to the wind.
She's smoke and fire, skill of desire.
Dressed in the eyes of love.
Hot spot light, spandex tight on her body like a glove.
Searching for the morning till the sun comes out again.
Running in the night, talking to the wind.
She's kicking ass and breaking glass.
Resistance all time high.
Strike the hour, speak truth to power.
Set fire to the sky.
Searching for the morning till the sun comes out again.
Running in the night, talking to the wind.
Dollar got the blues in them high heeled shoes.
Rockin' in two by two.
Livin' on it, lovin' on it feel all right.
She's a good kind of trouble too.
Searching for the morning till the sun comes out again.
Running in the night, talking to the wind.