Butcher Jazz - She's On Drugs lyrics

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(And you can dance...)

Good grief, won't you look on the dancefloor!

She's got to be American; she's not from here

Oh no! I can't even look away

She's just far too thin and beautiful as sin

We're all living in a world of poetry

Eating polyester and committing adultery

Calm down, boy! I'll tell you the secret

It's ever so simple it really, really is

Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my

She's On Drugs What's up?

Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my

She's On Drugs

So steady on, get a grip on yourself

You just can't act like that in the theatre

Where'd you get that look in your eyes

Behaving like the boss of a whole new religion

Said please! I thought you got savvy

But you're looking like a lemon and talking like a navvy

Ah I guess that's so many people's problem these days:

You can see the hills - you just can't go there

Aw, it simply shouldn't ever occur

If she puts her arms above her head like that again

I don't know what I'll say or do

Hey Charlie

Now I'm out on the street and I believe she's in distress

She's got her hair in her eyes and her eyes are in a mess

Hey now, I've been hoping we was going to meet

Now won't you take my hand so I can help you across the street?

Whooo! Talk about bloodsports!

Even the spectators get killed!

You can see the cars, you just can't get out of their way

Ah this simply doesn't happen to me

If you have a single night like that in town again

I don't know what I'd say or do

Oh, but honey? I think I want to do it with you