GOING TO TOWN: afghan whigs

Lover mine Get your coat and come outside I want to take you for a ride On into town Lover fair We'll be looking sharp, I swear I want them all to stop and stare When we take 'em down Go to town, burn it down, turn around And get your stroll on, baby I'll get the car You get the match And gasoline And as we ride Away into the countryside I feel as though I must confide There is a cost When you say Now we got Hell to pay Don't worry, baby, that's okay I know the boss

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