|Peggy Sue rode a - way last night, . . on a rocking horse
Straight in - to the pale moonlight, make believe, of course
But what's a little girl of eight
Sup - posed to do when she's up so late
She can't sleep 'cause it sounds like hate
Coming from her momma and daddy's room.
* Ride on, ride on
Out to where it don't hurt no more
Ride on, Come on
Back to how it was before
Your momma cried and your daddy cussed
All they ever seem to do is fuss,
Ri - de on.
Tommy Lee's got a space machine,
He keeps it ready on the launching pad
'Cause there've been times that he has seen,
An alien in - vade his dad
So he heads out for the stars
Past the moon and straight to Mars
But what about the in - visible scars
That come in a bottle that his daddy brings home.
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Some people just lose control,
Some people hit overload
Some people act like some people,
They never thought they'd be
So why can't we all see
The only antidote, the only way to cope
The only true hope is . . lo - ve.
So everybody won't you.
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