Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please
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Marlon Brando on a motorbike
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In the black leather heat of a Saturday night
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He said, "Whaddaya got?"
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Ya got nothin'
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Dollar in my pocket burnin' like Rome
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There ain't no place that I call home
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All alone in the big bad city
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Hang around this town, man you're better off dead
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I'm flyin' like a rebel flag, goin' outta my head
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Yeah, we're gonna rocket tonight
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We're gonna tear it up twice
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Shake it up, break it up, tear it down, larger than life
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I love the city when the sun goes down
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It's a madhouse, baby, a real 'toon town
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Whaddaya want
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Ya wanna rocket
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I take a picture, paint it black and white
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And the neon burnin' like a new tattoo
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Ready or not, here we come, uh, huh
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Hang around this town, man you're better off dead
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Flyin' like a rebel flag, goin' outta my head
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Yeah, we're gonna rocket tonight
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We're gonna tear it up twice
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Shake it up, break it up, tear it down, larger than life
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Yeah, we're gonna rock it tonight
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We're gonna jam it uptight
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Jack it up, rip it off, tear it down, larger than life
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We're gonna rocket tonight
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We're gonna tear it up twice
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Shake it up, break it up, tear it down, larger than life
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Yeah, we're gonna rocket tonight
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We're gonna tear it up twice
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Jack it up, rip it off, tear it down, larger than life
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We're gonna rocket tonight
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We're gonna rocket tonight, night, night, night
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Tear it down
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Larger than life
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Larger
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Than life
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Larger Than Life
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| Lita Ford |
