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I'm running on empty, feel I'm running dry
I don't have a love life, it'll make a grown man cry
I got an old lady, but we don't touch
I'm looking for some magic, is that asking too much?
White sails and song birds, warm candle light
I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right
Call me a cynic, you can call me a fool
But I want my life back, I wanna jump in the pool
I need to tango, I got to rock
I wanna little couch dancer who can stop my clock
Boxes of chocolate and cold ice cream
It's too much cinnamon, it's enough to make you scream
No more pretty words, I've run out of track
No more bland monotony, I'm not going back
A married life can bury you, it's like a disease
I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees
Going back to my roots now, to what I know best
Well, I need my cherry, and her treasure chest
I got me a dancer from a personal ad
She do the watusi, come on, you color me bad
Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand
Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band
All those pretty words, I've run out of track
All that bland monotony, I'm not going back
A married life can bury you, it's like a disease
I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees
Brave men begging please
I'm running on empty, feel I'm running dry
I don't have a love life, it'll make a grown man cry
I got an old lady, but we don't touch
I'm looking for some magic, is that asking too much?
White sails and song birds, warm candle light
I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right