Alice Cooper. Crawlin

Your dress is hangin' on a hook on the doorMy jeans are lying in a pile on the floor, yeahFlat on my back, tryin' to catch my breathWhen we were rockin' tonightI thought that we were gonna rock to death

But what's that in your eyes?I'm no longer paralyzedHere we go again

Crawlin', you come crawling to meI go crawling to youWe come crawlingYou come crawling to meI go crawling to you

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