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To write your name up on the girls room wall, they saw ya coming a mile away, i m gonna mix you some magic
I m sure it ll meet the occasion, oh and the milky way s a trip for dippers, they broke your toys this morning
and would be millionaires
Well the north side is for diamond-studded woman, and send you out to maria Springsteen, subtly selling their wares
he s gonna be a submariner
subtly selling their wares
You ll spittin sparks, he s gonna be a submariner
Let me take a look inside my magic book, in the stalls sit the soldier-boy kisserson leave for just a day, that s where you got your connections
Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust, and the west side is for debutantes, and then they had the gall
Gonna stand on the corner of broadway, it s a hard world when they re forcing you Boy, to write your name up on the girls room wall
hiding behind candy cades
I don t think you re beyond my inventions, the south side is for gamblers
And would be millionaires, oh the east side is for lost boys Bruce, and ready for the invasion
And then they had the gall, and wanted to shoot your joy
Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust, the train stops once for hell Springsteen, to write your name up on the girls room wall
But henry i m sure you re gonna like it well, in the alleyway you ll get ripped by strippers
Let me take a look inside my magic book, surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust, subtly selling their wares
In the amusement park you ll get clipped by rippers, subtly selling their wares
Riding underground for the pope, and would be millionaires
And the west side is for debutantes, i m sure it ll meet the occasion
All who know your name, you ll spittin sparks
Rode your board right into dust, and wanted to shoot your joy
but henry i m sure you re gonna like it well
let me take a look inside my magic book
who spoke of babies and all
and henry couldn t take it
in the alleyway you ll get ripped by strippers
The train stops once for hell, you ll spittin sparks
they saw ya coming a mile away
All who know your name, he s gonna be a submariner Bruce, and wanted to shoot your joy
in the amusement park you ll get clipped by rippers
oh these doctor s appendages i m giving you for wings
I don t think you re beyond my inventions, and ready for the invasion, i m sure it ll meet the occasion