Lyrics

The carnival lights are blaring,
As the summer rain begins to fall,
I walk past the twenty-somethings - standing stareing -
But they don't caompare to you at all.

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Coz I know you're ready,
Ready to wage a war,
Die fighting in the streets,
And I am what you're fighting for.

The country boys ain't got that kick,
That fire that makes you feel so sick,
That hungry feeling leaves you reeling,
City boy looks can be decieving.

And somehow talking dirty became the style,
They can take it to extremes,
Baby I'm gald you didn't try,
And end up in the stream of boys that litter the pile.

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Don't you know those high-flying rich kids flash their money more than they oughtta,
Well they ain't nothing compared to you,
And every time I blow my top, flip my lid, you just smile, won't hide, take it in your stride,
And every touch and kiss and whispering - electricity 'neath my skin,
When I'm with other boys I don't feel a thing.

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Well tell me you won't take all the action you can get,
I don't want you to be like all the boys I've met,
We've got plenty of time left in us yet,
I've seen the angels making our beds.

Well, tonight, tonigt, kiss me hard, kiss me soft,
Hold me down, then hold me aloft,
Say you'll fight for me and win,
And when tomorrow comes we can do it all over again.

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Well tonight, tonight look the devil in the eye,
And feel the rising heat,
Follow the lights of the carnival,
Down to the streets.