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Michael plays with stars
(Oh oh oh)
Soul sister,
Won't you take a ride
In his car
Late to call
When you are
Late to be all
Baby, baby,
Don't be so shy
Rock children,
Hold your heads up high
In the night
While I try, to tell the
Ballad of Valentine

(You got it bad but you know it's true)

I caught up with a friend in Dallas,
We took a trip to New Orleans
The black-eyed ladies
Won't say they're sorry

We finally caught a train to Memphis
Where everybody talks the same
Those blue suede babys
Oh no, My name?

And I said
Hold tight,
Can't you see that it's hurting me?
But I've got the burn!
Like more than Brando
Michael Valentine can't we unite?

We ended up in North Dakota
Although my heart said Mexico
My Mona Kila'
O-on to Soho

With your new suit and
Your black tie
(New Suit, Black Tie)
Hold on a gentleman should live a proper life

I went to the right
And I caught your eye
Shut your mouth, and wave goodbye
Ain't gonna let you rain on this parade

And I said
Hold tight,
Can't you see that it's hurting me?
But I've got the burn!
Like more than Brando
A straight face with misery
Toni-i-ight

And I will fly high
When I say it ain't cold no more
But I've got the burns
Like more than Brando

Walking forward to the sun
And I've got a coat-tail left and right

Well, uh-oh
I know he's gonna be there tonight

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