Frolic in the lights
Crushed velvet
and high heels
Be free to dance...
"Thank you for your wine, California,
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe.
I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
I want you come on, honey child, I beg of you.
I want you come on, come on down, you got it in you.
(Honey child), Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes."
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