"She's Only 18" Lyrics

She's only 18
Don't like the Rolling Stones
She took a shortcut
To being fully grown

She got that moodring
Her little sister Rose
A smell of Springstein
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
Your hustle's busted when you can't afford a cigarette
The last I heard from you, you were screaming handle it

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Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto to its head
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 and light will shed

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 kind
I'm gonna make you mine

It's understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck
You got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque
I'll put my lovin in your oven not a head to check
The last I heard from you, you were screaming resurrect

Chorus x2