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Shooting Gallery Shooting Gallery Restless You talk too much oh you never shut up Come hell or high water You're still, you're still a chatterbox You talk too much Chatterbox And I bet all the men who have been through your bed Well somehow now baby I think they just messed up your head Your little head Messed up your head When the tide comes in yeah It all starts to spin 'round Don't get excited 'Cause it just might bring those feelings down You make me restless You make me restless Your nose is frosty from blow Up six days in a row Was it eight guys or ten guys you slept with Well only heaven knows High above Welcome to Silicone City It's all tits and ass to me Where Tropicana mudwrestlers marry rock stars [take that, Vince!] Must be some local disease L.A. sleaze When the tide comes in yeah It all starts to spin 'round Don't get excited 'Cause it just might bring those feelings down Fatal attraction When you're in action just can't slow down In the powder room yeah When you hit the ground we'll be around To kick you down And leave yoiu breathless You make me restless So restless When the tide comes in yeah It all starts to spin 'round Don't get excited 'Cause it just might bring those feelings down You make me restless So restless You make me restless-2x So restless Shut up! |
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