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Holly, Holly, Holly, where did you go after '97? Holly, Holly, Holly, did you grow out of the kleptomania? I can’t think of anyone who had a better hold on me A better hold on me She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm In the heart of America As you bear the children of yawn I hope that you’re better now girl Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet Oh, Holly, you’re heating up that floor Hollow cheeks and eyes are heavy noir And as she lay down, I fell to my knees She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm In the heart of America As you bear the children of yawn I hope that you’re getting there girl Now your name’s Victoria Yawn And your hair is paradise blonde But I still would recognise you on the news You’re the heart of America Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet Oh, on your own, your soft moisturised feet Oh on your, Dior moisturised feet She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm SongtexteIn the heart of America As you bear the children of yawn I hope that you’re getting there girl Now your name’s Victoria Yawn And your hair is paradise blonde But I’ll always recognise you on the news You’re the heart of America Aus Songtexte Mania