Cameo - She's Strange [Live] Lyrics
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She's Strange [Live]
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What Are The Lyrics For She's Strange [Live] By Cameo?
Strange
Fine lady I like the way she walks I like the way she talks She turns me on with a special concern Now I'm a different guy And I don't compare to many But next to her I'm plain ordinary Not many can see the light blue aura That surrounds the girl wherever in the world She's a 9, a 10, a 25th She's bittersweet and a [Incomprehensible] She's strange and I like it She's strange just the way she is Strange walking down the avenue She's strange always doing something new She's the kind of person everybody knows She reeks distinction from head to toe She's my twilight zone, my Al Capone She's my Rolling Stones and my Eva Peron And I like it, yes I like it I like it, the way she wears her hair And I like it, I like it In room 123, she elusive you see Like the invisible man in drag And when you come to meet her You'll never greet her She'll be waving her skirt as a flag Like the cold in October she'll take you right over It's not mean to be facetious And that look in her eye says your the guy She plans to spend this evening with She's strange and I like it She's strange just the way she is Strange walking down the avenue She's strange always doing something new No, no no, no no Knock me off my feet Strange |
Who Wrote She's Strange [Live] By Cameo?
Charles Singleton, Charles L. Singleton, Larry Blackmon, Nathan David Leftenant, Tomi Jenkins
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What's The Duration Of The She's Strange [Live] By Cameo?The duration of She's Strange [Live] is 2:37 minutes and seconds. |
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