Stars spin round,
moods change in seconds
Like keys dropped down drains.
Who needs locked doors anyway?
Sky comes down,
dudes spin their records
Free to follow failure anyway
And who needs locked doors,
when you're thinking that way?
And she smokes like a power station
And drinks her fill in filling stations
We were rolling down the interstate
All happy or something
Or not so great.
We held each other through the rain
Me your heart and you my pain
And who needs locked doors anyway?
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