Lyrics:
You're takin' to me good
Just like you know you should
You get me on my knees
Please, baby, please
She looks so great, every time I see her face
She put me in a state (ooh, state of shock)
Top coat, top hat
I don't worry, 'cause my wallet's fat
Black shades, white gloves
Lookin' sharp, lookin' for love
They come a runnin' just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man, hey
Woo, ah ha
Oh, what's love, got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second-hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken
M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E
It's the method of modern love
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than the owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Yow
We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it any more
Neun und neunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
So why don't you use it
Try not to bruise it
Find time, don't lose it
Bang your head
Mental health'll drive ya mad
Bang your head
Mental health'll drive ya mad
Relax, don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it
When you want to come
Relax, don't do it
When you want to sock it to it
Relax, don't do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
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