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Lyricist: NEW YORK DOLLS
Lyrics:
Whoo! All right! Yo!
All right, boys, here we go now
Why should gay boys get all the good seats? (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Little girl, god gave ya two good feets for (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Your legs are crossed and your shoe is danglin' Yo! The sight of it put me in the shape I'm in Come on baby, let's get over the street So goddamn great, I wanna kiss your feet Since I was a boy, loved them high-heeled shoes (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Just lookin' at you in 'em takes away my blues (Runnin' around, runnin' around) I'm right behind you, flyin' up them stairs Yo What we do up there, I don't care I be lovin' what I seen from here You got flesh-colored underwear Let's play secretary, let's have a little fun (Runnin' around, runnin' around) I'll take dictation, you're the bossy one (Runnin' around, runnin' around) On a desk that's just yea-high Duh You spread your wings just like a butterfly My God, it's almost made ya deified I love you, baby, 'cause you ain't shy Taste so sweet, feel I been glorified
Sexless Italian actress at the Vatican (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Confessin' to a demented clergyman (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Esmerelda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Beauty and the beast, Cocteau is to blame (Runnin' around, runnin' around) Who cares what the neighbors say? (Runnin' around, runnin' around) They gonna talk about us anyway (Runnin' around, runnin' around) The young gravedigger and the corpse (Runnin' around, runnin' around) I love you, baby, you're so warped
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