Black as a beacon
In a river of shimmering fog
Yes she was
If you were heat seeking
She was hard to ignore
Yes she was

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And she snapped
Wing mirrors off a Cadillac
A particular pretty one
And that meant she never had to strain her back
When she was putting her lippy on

Well time tastes bland
When she's not around
And you'd sit and you'd sink and approach the brink
Before she showed you how to shake love's steady hand
Now now

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Shake love's steady hand
Shake love's steady
She floats like a niccy rush and stings like a B-flat
The blond-o-sonic shimmer trap

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