This should have been on the album instead of the regular version i thinks...
When I saw you on 8th street
You could make my life complete, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
And when I saw you by
The jukebox, ow-ow
You put a quarter in and played
My favorite song too, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
I think we'd look pretty good together,
Walking through a winter wonderland
And this time I think it's forever
I hope your parents understand
When I saw you by the Peppermint Lounge
You were lost but you've been found, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
Greetings from The Rated R Superstar and Welcome to The House of Hawley...The Dancing Destroyer...The Master of Disaster...The King of Sting...The Count of Monte Fisto...The Warrior of The Wasteland...The Ayatollah of Rock n Rolla....The Mountain of Molten Lust...The One...The Only...Old Man Robert Reid Hawley!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Warning: This blog may contain sexual content, some scary scenes, coarse language, crude content, violence and Charles Bronson's mustache.
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