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frost on the door
melts away like butter in the noontime sun
like before
you ape around and fall over cuz youâre having fun
[chorus:]
itâs in your town, itâs on your streets
itâs in your house, itâs on TV
itâs in your papers, books and magazines
we don't need no jets or submarines
itâs what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
itâs the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
now's the time
punch a clock with a hammer that you had in line
solve the crime
pinch yourself to find out you woke up in time
[chorus]
itâs what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
itâs the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
itâs in the way that you feel
itâs so wrong that itâs real
itâs in the way that you feel
itâs so wrong that itâs real
itâs so wrong that itâs real
itâs what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
itâs the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real