She set your goldfish free
And now she`s sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesn`t have to have
her db`s records back now
But there`s not a lot of things
That she`ll take back
CHORUS
She wants to see you again
She wants to see you again
See you twisting in the wind
She`s not your satellite
She doesn`t miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And Marshall stack
She doesn`t have to have
Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back
But there`s not a lot of things
That she`ll take back
CHORUS
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