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He looks up from second base Dad's up in the stands He saw the hit, the run, the slide There ain't no bigger fan In the parking lot after the game He

I gotta get to you 'Cause you sure been getting to me Gotta find a way to get to your heart To sweep you off your feet I'll wrap you up in my love Cover

Hey, the makings of a real event He slices through the urban air, Immediate and confident Yes, he's riding on a sonic wave Defining a modern pose Arriving

She arrives like a Limo Smooth and moving On the prowl through the crowd To the beat of the city She glows in the dark Wherever she parks Concrete crumbles

You tell lies thinking I can't see You can't cry 'cause you're laughing at me I'm down (I'm really down) I'm down (Down on the ground) I'm down (I'm really

You're a monster, baby You're a super killer I want to be wiff you, I love ya You're a super monster killer Show me your rhino thang

Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call Leerin

I'm a lone rhinoceros There ain't one hell of a lots of us left in this world I stand alone in my concrete cell Where people stare and toss me coke cans

I recall as a boy we would hop the freights Wasn't nothin' but a kick back then There was no better thrill for my anxious heart Than a long flatcar Headin