un, deux, trois, quatre, You were walking down the street You were just across the street So I had to cross the street To get to your side of the street It's torture, it's torture I need you so bad, girl It's torturing me You scortcher, you scortcher, fry an egg on your face, girl You're scorching me Be my, be my, Be my dark angel Be my, be my Capri sun BE my, be my Viscious and evil one The question, the answer The disco, the dancer The places you'll never go The faces you'll never know It hurts me, it hurts me, believe me it hurts me It's hurting me The questions, the queries The rhetoric, the theories It hurts me, yeah! Be my, be my, Be my dark angel Be my, be my Blue sunshine BE my, be my American concubine I am havin' a whirl of candian go-go girls Japanese karate girls Black girls White girls China girls Australi-asian European Pan American girls When bad girls start wrestling Everyone wants to be the next referee including me The record is skipping The dance is disturbing The Jacksons are reuniting They're going on tour And I can't take it anymore Be my, be my, Be my dark angel Be my, be my Blue sunshine BE my, be my Mrs. Dick Valentine
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