text: Shes only eighteen, dont like the Rolling Stones
  She took the short cut to being fully grown
  Shes got that mood ring, a little sister rose
  The smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose
  This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette
  She said, “My man, you know, its time to get your fingers wet”
  Your hustles busted when you cant afford a cigarette
  The last I heard from you, you were screaming “Handle it!”
  Knock the world, right off its feet and straight onto its head
  The 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
  Its in your bloodline, a perfect Frankenstein
  Out on that lone pine, Im going to make you mine
  Its understood, you wrapped your voodoo right around my neck
  Youve got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque
  I put my loving in your oven not a head to check
  The last I heard from you, you were screaming “Resurrect!”
  Knock the world, right off its feet and straight onto its head
  The 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
  Haha!
  Knock the world, right off its feet and straight onto its head
  The 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