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But to my fright after a while
My fickle heart, it did forget thee
But still, but still I can remember
When you went two ways down a one way street
You danced to rock n' roll with solid feet
That night, my heart was a highway
 
You stepped in with the fan-fare fandangle
You had the grace of Princess Grace the American model
That night, my heart was a highway
 
We met and had a small affair,
But I could see the days were numbered,
But my slumbered, my slumbered heart told me
That night that you would be a part, a part, or maybe a player
 
We met and had a small affair,
But I could see the days were numbered
I really thought, that you were it
That you would feed my hunger, that you would ease me
 
But you might fray after a while
My fickle heart, it did forget thee
 
But still, but still, but still I can remember
When you went two ways down a one way street,
You danced to rock n' roll with solid feet
That night, that night, that night
 
I really thought that you were it
That you would feed my hunger, that you would ease me
But you might fray, after a while
My fickle heart, it did forget thee