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Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Red love running circles,
my sweet fiction silhouette
Meet me at 9th and Irving,
there's two things we can both regret
It's all there in your chip red fingernails, no
It's all there in the twist of your pigtails,
no,
no,
no
It's the way she walks, the way she talks
I can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
Take me home to San Francisco
I can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
You and my imagination,
you and my imagination, You and my imagination
Can't stop thinking about that girl in the kink shirt
Oh,
oh,
Sidewalk mariachis,
I see you in your party dress
Play it out, Sid and Nancy
Bring on the apocalypse
Don't need no songs playing on the radio
Oh-oh-oh
I get my truth from your fifth star halo
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
It's the way she walks, the way she talks
I can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
Take me home, San Francisco
Can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
You and my imagination You and my imagination
You and my imagination Can't stop
thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
Getting what you want can break your heart
Getting what you want can break your heart
Oh,
baby,
you're not getting what you want It's gonna break you,
it's gonna break you
It's gonna break your heart
The way she walks,
the way she talks I can't stop thinking about the girl in the
kink shirt Take me home, San Francisco
Can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
You and my imagination You and my imagination
You and my imagination Can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink
shirt Oh-oh-oh
Can't stop thinking about the girl in the kink shirt
Oh-oh-oh Can't stop thinking about the girl in the
kink shirt