Look'it here (The lights go out) The lights go out The smell of doom Is creepin' into your lonely room The bed's on fire Your fate is sealed And you're so tired And the reason is Camille-mille Shockadelica The girl must be a witch She got your mind, body, and soul hitched Shockadelica You need a second opinion But she never wears a stitch So you can't take her home She got you tied with a golden rope She won't let you play your guitar And when you've cried enough Maybe she'll let you up For a nasty ride in her shockadeli-car She'll make you beg (Please) girl Shockadelica Got you in a trance 'Cause when this woman say dance you dance Shockadelica You need a second opinion But you just can't leave her alone As though you got no mind of your own Shockadelica Shockadelica Shockadelica Shockadelica Shockadelica The lights go out The smell of doom Again is creepin' into your lonely room Is this a dream Or is this real (Or is this real) Or is this just a mirage you feel
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