It's seven in the morning, and i'm not even tired.
Your voice is spinning, screwing with my mind,
boy you've got me wired. Oh Jimmy, put your
hands all over me, like your synthesizer. I've got
this nasty craving, need a shot of your tranquilizer.
Got you stuck, stuck in my head.
You're playing like a song in the back of my head.
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