You're A Pretty Little Windstorm Out On The Boulevard. Something Like A Sunset, Oh, She's A Shooting Star
And I Need A Little More Thunder, A Little More Lightning
Can I Get Your Lips To Speak My Name?
I Create POP!
We'll Be Young Forever Till' Forever Stops
My Mustache Brings All The Girls To The Yard!
Let That Motion Come Crashing Like A Plane From The Sky
Will You Be My White Flag?
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