my heart was like a dish antenna the joys of a free channel was a distant dream my wires were entangled signals were bleak haryana to me was stranger than argentina you gave my wavering hearta brand new direction
in the silver screen of my eyes,i spot just your reflection makes me wonder you and i,what a connection! stung by bolts, 440 volts…on your feather touch on your feather touch i'm up all night,glued to my television i learn love ballads…for you… just you… only you tell me how and tell me what do you think of me…
me… just me… only me you are my ration card,you are my very ration for your beauty o princess,i give sermon upon sermon stung... stung...
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