Wound up, can’t sleep, can’t do anything right, little honey. Oh, since I set my eyes on you I tell you the truth. T-t-t-twistin’ like a flame in a slow dance, baby, you’re driving me crazy. Come on, little honey, come on now… fire Woman, you’re to blame.
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