She's only eighteen
Don't like the Rollin' Stones
She took a short cut
To bein' fully grown
She got that mood ring
Her little sister, Rose
A smell of Springsteen
A pair of pantyhose

This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette
She said, "My man, you know, it's time to get your fingers wet"
You hustle faster when you can't afford a cigarette
The last I heard from you, why, you were screamin', "Handle it!"

Knock the world
Right off its feet and straight onto its head
The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you and what was said
Make a play for all the brightest minds in life will share

I heard some P-Funk
Out on the road again
To get your head shrunk is what I recommend
It's in your bloodline
A perfect Frankenstein
Out on the lone pine
I'm gonna make you mine
It's understood, you wrap the fool right around my neck
You've got some glitter on ya kitty in the disco tech
I put my lovin' in your oven and I had to check
The last I heard from you a you we're screamin', "Resurrect!"

Knock the world
Right off its feet and straight onto its head
The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you and what was said
Make a play for all the brightest minds in life will share, ooh

Knock the world
Right off its feet and straight onto its head
The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you and what was said
Make a play for all the brightest minds in life will share Writer/s: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, John Frusciante, Michael Balzary
Publisher: MoeBeToBlame, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
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