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Scorpions - Wild Child

Don't hear the phone tha rings
I feel the fever's comin'
God knows what life will bring
This Sunday morning without a warning

Don't hear the neighbour scream
He thinks my house is burning
Well, life is good to me
This Sunday morning

She's a wild child
And her love turns a man insane
She's a wild child
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain

Don't hear the backdoor crack
Don't see the cops are comin'
Its burnin' in my bed
This Sunday morning

She's a wild child
And her love turns a man insane
She's a wild child
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain

She's on fire
She's on fire
She's on fire

She's a wild child
And her love turns a man insane
She's a wild child
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
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