"...after all, your temperature's running high"
the judge will always preach forgiveness
they say " please child, mind your own business"
what do you do with radioactive news?
her lawyer said "your trial' over...
...go back to bed, I'll screen your calls for you"
and when the night turns into morning
paper and pencil hostile drawings
of one or too many over bearing rules
she's in love with her masquerade
she's loving her, loving her mask
all you girls go tell your mothers
that elvis orders us under cover now
she's your sister, she's your daughter
she's a tease on bread and water
she's a young comer
a whipper-snapper jewel
she's a jewel
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