wild card.
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wild card.

in my late teens, in paris, france
i loved to party, i loved to dance
black high heels, fishnet stockings
felt so good, kept on rocking

time went by, night after night
‘til i came into one man’s aim

i said
stay away i’m a wild card
still he tracked me down all over the town
stay away i’m a wild card
his hair was black and his eyes were brown
he asked me out but i was taken
he insisted, stayed unshaken
stay away i’m a wild card

i made him wait, kept on saying no
until i kissed him in the falling snow
he took me up to his hotel room
i loved his skin and his perfume

time went by, night after night
‘til i came into one man’s aim

i said
stay away i’m a wild card
still he tracked me down all over the town
stay away i’m a wild card
his hair was black and his eyes were brown
he asked me out but i stayed taken
he insisted, stayed unshaken
stay away i’m a wild card

he called a taxi down in the lobby
my eyes were tired, a little foggy
to show my strength i had to strut
my last words were. “i love your butt”
time went by, night after night
‘til i came into one man’s aim

i said
stay away i’m a wild card
still he tracked me down all over the town
stay away i’m a wild card
his hair was black and his eyes were brown
he asked me out but i was taken
he insisted, stayed unshaken
stay away i’m a wild card
i ’m a wild card

i ’m a wild card

in my late teens, in paris, france
i loved to party and i loved to dance
black high heels, fishnet stockings
felt so good, kept on rocking

time went by, night after night
‘til i came into one man’s aim stay away…