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letra de jan.uary - saw_tay

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dammit janet, im a hopeless romantic
ya got me all manic, on a straight path to panic
i ain’t tryin to get into semantics
but ya body got me thinking bout some toys in the attic

got me goin- downtown with ya static
and the way ya got me actin’s like i’m from another planet
the ice berg’s her but i can’t hear the words
sinkin’ deep- i might as well be the titanic

do the sing, sing, baby, east town out to gammon
gimme stage fright baby, tell me run it? yeah, i ran it
the temp gets hot- from savannah to miami
and your body’s so slammin i can hardly even stand it

dammit janet, you a hopeless romantic
but it’s a rat race baby, from pacific to atlantic
you’re fine as h-ll but don’t you take it for granted
d-mn, your eyes got a power that is so automatic

chorus:
i’m not right
i’m not how i wanna be
but the spell you’re castin –
with those bright eyes flashin
got me on the verge of some insanity…

verse 2:
dammit janet, you a ghost in the attic
a specter of plastic- mascara’d and drastic
i ain’t tryin- to catch you all candid
you’re an ocean of emotions and potions, so sporadic, uh!

got me goin- downtown, gettin’ frantic
and i don’t wanna catch- no more of your static
ya got me feelin- less than charismatic
got a fevered heart- beatin so erratic

phone’ll -ring, ring, baby in the sky like rhiannon
but sometimes love is such a hard thing to manage
she must think i ain’t so hot- i ain’t a bell hop-
and i can’t handle all the baggage

dammit janet, you a hopeless romantic
but it’s a rat race, baby, from pacific to atlantic
you fine as h-ll, but don’t you take it for granted
d-mn, your eyes got a power that is so automatic

chorus:
i’m not right
i’m not how i wanna be
but the spell they’re castin
with them red lights flashin
got me on the verge of some insanity…

verse 3:

dammit janet, im a hopeless romantic
ya got me all manic, on a straight path to panic
i ain’t tryin to get into semantics
but ya body got me thinking bout some toys in the attic

got me goin- downtown with ya static
and the way ya got me actin’s like i’m from another planet
the ice berg’s her but i can’t hear the words
sinkin’ deep- i might as well be the titanic

do the sing, sing, baby, east town out to gammon
gimme stage fright baby, tell me run it? yeah, i ran it
the temp gets hot- from savannah to miami
and your body’s so slammin i can hardly even stand it

dammit janet, you a hopeless romantic
but it’s a rat race baby, from pacific to atlantic
you’re fine as h-ll but don’t you take it for granted
d-mn, your eyes got a power that is so automatic

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