Un, deux, trois, quatre!
You were walking down the street,
You were just across the street,
So I had to cross the street
To get to your side of the street
It's torture, it's torture,
I need you so bad, girl,
It's torturing me
You scorcher, you scorcher,
Fry an egg on your face, girl,
You're scorching me, yeah
Be my, be my,
Be my dark angel,
Be my, be my
Capri sun
Be my, be my
Vicious and evil one
The question, the answer,
The disco, the dancer,
The places you'll never go,
The faces you'll never know ‒
It hurts me, it hurts me, believe me, it hurts me
It's hurting me
The questions, the queries,
The rhetoric, the theories,
It hurts me, yeah!
Be my, be my,
Be my dark angel,
Be my, be my
Blue sunshine,
Be my, be my
American concubine
I am havin' a whirl of
Canadian go-go girls,
Japanese karate girls,
Black girls,
White girls,
China girls,
Australasian,
European,
Pan-American girls
When bad girls start wrestling,
Everybody wants to be
The next referee,
Including me
The record is skipping,
The dance is disturbing,
The Jacksons are reuniting,
They're going on tour,
And I can't take it anymore!
Be my, be my,
Be my dark angel,
Be my, be my
Blue sunshine,
Be my, be my
Mrs. Dick Valentine
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