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And my gears start turning It's burning something deep inside I'd tell you but it might hurt your pride You'd have the feeling that you did something wrong Bona fide Floating in frivolity There's something in there with a study beat Steaming up an electric storm All night, side by side Oh Baby, I have to admit I wrap my head around the falvor of it You're giving me an itch I can scratch It's the perfect match (Yeah, it's swell) Too hot to keep it locked inside I'd tell you but you might run and hide Because the figures are set and drawn Left and right Nothing beats reality There's something in there with a study beat Getting ready to perform All night, nationwide SongtexteOh Baby, I have to admit I wrap my head around the falvor of it You're giving me an itch I can scratch It's the perfect match Flip a coin, flip a coin, flip a coin When it's in the air you'll know Flip a coin, flip a coin, when it's in the air you'll know which side you want it to go Oh Baby, I have to admit I wrap my head around the falvor of it You're giving me an itch I can scratch It's the perfect match Baby, this is no time to quit I wrap my head around the falvor of it You're giving me an itch I can scratch It's the perfect match (Merci à ShooterClem pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania