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Lyrics:
Here comes trouble In the shape of a lady She started cool but now Shes coming around daily Shes got some big ideas About being my baby Its her game With the name of love
Now she's sure pretty That I have to confess But no five-star fox is Getting me in a mess Lets buy a ring, she says Lets go and get blessed Its her game and she calls it love
Rock and roll rules my soul Pushing everything and everyone To one side But when all grows old Chills still cold When I sing with my sweet guitar When I sing with my sweet My sweet guitar
Don't waste your tears on me Go cry in the river What you need I aint About to deliver Im my own man and That's how Im gonna stay Cause music is The name of the game
Rock and roll rules my soul Pushing everything and everyone To one side But when all grows old The chills still cold While I sing with my sweet guitar While I sing with my sweet My sweet guitar
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