Man Girl, We'Re Just Gonna Rock
If in fact a thousand years is but as a day unto
Our Heavenly Holy Father: then we have been here
No less than seventy-seven point seven minutes playing
These notes banging this drum upon your, FM dials ? Scorch
His mic while burning her keys it's just their rock and roll fantasy
Metallic chords lying aneath the blossoms tree; gentle breeze her branches
Showering me echoing love's lyrics: punch drunk time in a funk looking like it's punk....
Twist and shout that's what she's all about come on girls as boys make some noise don't, fear the reaper.
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