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I want an emerald green jaguarAnd an Irish wolf houndAnd I want you to stick aroundOne more familiar phone callYour name is on the tip of tongueWith the blood on my guitarMaybe, we could have made beautiful babiesI want to be your lover, not your bossBut if that time would ever come,"I will be the one," she says,"'Cause here, we're better off dead."Why should I give in?Even admit it?"Soon, and very soon," she saidBut it's so cold outside,I should be warm inside of youI don't know if you feel this fever,What's left there to use?I like to watch the way everything on youMoves and looks so fineEven when you walk awaySongtexteHey, hey, hey Hey, hey, heyYeah. Aus Songtexte Mania