Something sweet or something strong
Seems like love no longer can turn me on
Like boy need girl and girl need boy
Got a nasty habit called rock'n'roll
But you don't know what it's like
I've done things you've only dreamed about
More than once or twice
So you can call the police
I'm sorry 'bout my manners, but you see,
I'm a bit drunk as you can see
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