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one way ticket to midnight

…Tight pants and lipstick
She’s riding on razor’s edge
She holds her own against the boys
Yea, cuts through the crowd just like a wedge
Ohh, can you feel the static
So many contacts being made

[from Heavy Metal, by Sammy Hagar]

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