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Titel: Baby dynamite
Artist: Golden earing
With a dream in her pocket
\n Flightticket in hand
\n She's going off to the crazy land
\n Green pastures - like blankets unfold
\n Out the door & down the hall
\n Crazy river, with a cold shiver
\n Into doop water she dives
\n She's got herself involved
\n & now it's evolved
\n Into interstellar overdrive
\n Well I know she's got a talent for finding me
\n When she happens to be in the vicinity
\n She'll be on the phone
\n When the dancin's done
\n Probably all alone
\n My baby dynamite - your lucky stars are out tonight
\n And your cards are on the table
\n All the odds are in your favour
\n Dynamite - heaven says you're doin' allright
\n With a heart that's shaped like a diamond
\n You've been cut for the assignment
\n Don't be a moth - hidin' pain
\n When your wings go up in flame
\n Money is a rocket - blow it skyhigh
\n The more you get - the more you fly
\n Green pastures that unfold
\n A future carved out of solid gold...
\n Found in a river - hidin' a treasure
\n Impossible to find
\n And your soul's sold to the payroll
\n While it's tryin' to have a good time
\n Stayin' up - walkin' around
\n Talkin' muscle & makin' sounds
\n Like baby dynamite
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