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Connolly/Priest/Scott/Tucker Stare into space That ain`t the place You`ve got the eyes to see me Reach for the sky I`m not that high You`ve got the hands to feel me Now it`s the time To lay down the line Sniffin` around for money You`re in the wrong race A waste of space Things that you do Still turn me on Why don`t you do it (do it to me) Why don`t you do it (do it to me) Why don`t you do it to me You take all you leave Don`t have to believe You`ve poisen the air I`m breathin` You send me up And bring me down You treatin` me like a plaything I`ve had enough So I`m calling your bluff What are your ac, your dc If that`s what you are There`s a stool at the bar I`ll drink up my wine And come with you Why don`t you do it (do it to me) Why don`t you do it (do it to me) Why don`t you do it to me Why don`t you do it (do it to me) Why don`t you do it (do it to me) Why don`t you do it to me Why don`t you do it (do it to me)... |