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Lyrics

Written by: Bill Mallonee

Well come in here and have a taste
What's one more hopeless case
When your short wave dies and there's no-one to listen
star's are going cold in you s]olar system

Well her lips were red and her hair was brown
They were feeling like the luckiest kids in town
She said, "I'll follow you boy to the ends of the earth,"
He said, "I'm not going that far for what it's worth,"

I really love to see you like this
moonlight dripping off your finger - tips
Off your finger - tips

So put all your love where it hurts the most,
expect a little visit from the holy ghost
When your shortwave dies and there's no-one to listen
star's are going cold in you solar system

I really love to see you like this
moonlight dripping off your fingertips
Off your fingertips, off your fingertips,
off your fingertips