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| Under black leather, you saw swastika. One of the chosen few, Trying so hard to ignore you. Loving is the test, better than the rest. Love is purity. Woah-oh-oh Passion, oh so black. I was your super, duper-duper-duper-duper man, With my hair slicked back. One of the chosen few, I was trying so hard to ignore you. Loving is the test, better than the rest. Love is purity. Woah-oh-oh Frauleins in uniform, Break the heart of any storm trooper. Frauleins in uniform Don't Turn your back 'cos she might shoot ya. Frauleins in uniform, Break the heart of any storm trooper. Frauleins in uniform Don't Turn your back 'cos she might shoot ya. Passion, oh so black. I was your super duper-duper-duper-duper man, With my hair slicked back, (I can't tell what he says here) To see you through the bars in my cell door. Loving is the test, better than the rest. Love is history. Woah-oh-oh |
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